Beggar's Brattle

Clanging and banging such noise in my head,
Ballroom filled with sweating bodies dancing on water.

Deadwood dunes of destructive living,
Horny cat raises her tail, screaming to be screwed,
What the fuck, just another bitch in heat.

Hank Williams’ daughter sings the blues,
New life strumming on the bent wood guitar. . .

Lessons learned from a dead relative.

Wandering spirits of musician passions,
Generations swing full circle.

Bodies move faster,
sweating blood of their past,
taking care of business.

Futon auras, musty smells of lust.
Always here, even when your not.

Legs spread, as the Bluesman dives deep
Will I ever say no? Hope not!

Sitting over a hole drilled in ice,
Pole, line, water, no fish
Heated heart, isolated
Singing the beggars brattle.

dlt © Feb. 20 2005