From Days Gone By

clove smoke rings

That jive sign, nickel and dime, always on my mind -

finger the keys, treat me like a melody-

for the want, this desperate plea, give me what I need -

a melancholy jaunt, amber haze, nicotine maze -

immersed in the strain, the trumpet's cry, evoking a sigh -

reminiscent of a kiss in the rain, lost in the play, watching my man walk away -

every night it’s the same, rattle of bourbon on the rocks, a single tear drops.