It Took Years

Hears a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PMvnUCN6Rmc

Many years
ago, I went to
this little
Irish bar.
On Sunday nights,
there was a jazz band.
They played
Monk
Mingus
Coltrane
Miles
and the Duke.

I drank gallons of
bloody marys on
those hot
summer nights.
Dill pickle spears, and
green olives came up
later on those
hungover, dreamless
mornings.

I was young.
I wasted the days,
lying in the sun,
bayonetted by youth.
Copper colored skin,
tin soul.
I would go thousands
of miles, chasing
that train, before I
would be forgiven.

Author's Note

My book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems is available on Amazon.com

Reviews

[Amy R]

This poem conveys a sense of longing for the carefree days of youth, tinged with the recognition of wasted time and the inevitability of growing older. Reminiscing on the good old carefree days...

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you.

[Sami Khalil]

Well, everyone, including me, has to come to some real realizations in life. Keep chasing the forgiveness train. Hobos get on them too.

[Thomas W Case]

Thanks, Sami.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome sir Thomas.