The Downtown Lights are Out

The blues man is singing.
He was going to take a train,
But they've all stopped running.
So have all the planes.
He might have made some money,
Playing on a tavern stage,
But those establishments are shuttered,
In this dire pandemic age.
The rent was due a week ago.
He laughs; come on, he's broke.
The jobs are gone for blues men,
Cooks and waiters. That's no joke.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-11-10 at 19:35

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