Back home blues ~ Liverpool

Inspired by an old Blues Club in Hope St Liverpool (and unemployment)

On the waterfront waiting in Brando's head
While Scavenging hyenas laugh in my ear
Fighting for seagull's scraps I fill with dread.
Then drown my sorrows in stale warm beer.

The docks have dried up like yesterdays tears
I go home to Copy cats in my basement flat
The blues still follow me after all these years.
I dream of smokey nightclubs and fancy spats.

The gambler said I got nothing to lose.
He said let it all out til your lungs are spent
I sat in a corner in my shiny new shoes
exorcising my spirits with last weeks rent.

So I'll sing for my supper and breakfast too
and pray that  my voice will cut like a knife
through the smoke in a Hope Street basement,
I'm  just dying to make a decent life.

D.Hinson