Four Line Blues Poems

Lonesome morning running shoes.
Rain on the way to the
Dollar jail.  Forget lying preachers.
Goodbye doctors.

-K-

Why is mislead love 
A pistol shot? Blind
Hurting--Whiskey drinking--
Walk away blues.

-K-

I'll die worry hearted, whiskey broke.
Deep hole sorrow killing sleep.
Old leaving feeling.
Despair driving down my tears.

-K-

Sunday morning whiskey.
Crying makes lowly
Goodbyes.  I'm trying mine.
Street, cigarettes, pistol--trouble.

-K-

Woman leaving.
I gambled on our feelings and
My misled past.
Got her aching goodbye on Sunday.

-K-

I know this liquor prison
Would never fool nobody.
Aching, hurting, looking.
Trying mind going to pay.

-K-

Walking shoes broke Monday.
Need to empty your lonesome 
Goodbye.  Aching trouble come Friday. 
Going to put the sad worry down.

-K-

I got sad lying money.  Woman 
Playing sorrow hearted about 
Leaving home.  I'm going back when
Baby and liquor need me.

-K-

Dollar letter, lonely suitcase,
Mercy cry. Now I'm
Blaming time. Walking goodbye,
Runnig sorrow, aching nobody.

-K-

Them walking feet never 
Blame shoes.  Lonesome cryin' 
Drink lookin' empty worriedDespair. Hang hearted morning.

-K-