Four Line Blues Poems

Going back?  Why?
Old town. Lost woman.
Shoes, suitcase, pistol.
Hollow hearted blues.

-K-

Morning moan, bottle sick mind. 
Tomorrow's bills cut deep. 
Gonna leave town. 
Make for gone.

-K-

Can't stop moaning your
Name.  Walking about sick.
Passng time, aching mind,
Coming down sorrow.

-K-

Work sick tomorrow.
Forget driving back.  Woman
Leaving Friday.  Devil trying
The door, need whiskey.

-K-

Troubling jobs get day whiskey.
Many roads, letters, faces.
Never feeling, crying, taking.
No sorry hearterd past.

-K-

I've gambled pay.  Lost my
Job.  She's trying the 
Preacher hearted despair.  I 
Ain't about tired "we" eyes.

-K-

Any trouble I borrowed I now own.
Been left for empty.  Ain't gonna
Save face trying for sorrow.
A lying goodbye tomorrow.

-K-

Feeling so lonely.  Fool mind
Running wrong.  Woman, whiskey,
Dollar, pistol--all trouble.
Tears done, morning sleep.

-K-

Leaving work.  Taking my dollar bottle
On down the street.  I gambled 
A suitcase of sorrow.  Gonna put
My past hurting on the shelf.

-K-

Friday night gambled on being gone.
Monday morning pay the aching empty.
Where have I put my lost tomorrows?
Highway gone-stole my yesterdays.

-K-