Non-Erotic PoetryThank You Keb' Mo'Compton blues man
Mississippi soul,
met him in a gift shop
moaning through the t shirts,
after the forgiveness
before the self redemption.
Keb' Mo' my shotgun rider
left the truck today,
hid in a CD rack
like a friend I owe money,
a bible only used at funerals.
'I WAS WRONG, I ADMIT IT!'
just had to hear him sing it,
know I'm not the only one
who broke a heart and then his own.
Now Keb' Mo's gone....till later on.
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