Day 25 of the Poem a Day Challenge. Prompt: a song.
T-Bone Blues
My whole body was soaked
I ached from the cold
walking back from White Gate
Cemetery where the dead of
the West Virginia State
Penitentiary are buried
Every truck and car that
passed sprayed me
with dirty rain
No one stopped
I remembered T-Bone singing
do you ever think of me?
That night, under the moon
the lonesome sound of trains
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