When Did I Get Old
A saxaphone calls
From across the floor.
The midnight blues
Are what I'm here for.
This pied piper
Leads me
From the cold.
I raise my glass and ask
When did I get old?
I sit alone
And watch the candles burn.
Another shot.
I almost here wheels turn.
I watch the strobe
Flash pictures of pain.
My frontal lobe
Is feeling numb again.
Another whisky
And now I'm feeling bold.
But not so frisky.
When did I get old? .
She sits beside me.
Says 'I've read your stuff'
I want to hide me.
I think I've drank enough.
She says..
'Can you quote me, some romantic prose'
'Now that I run free'
'My name is April Rose'
I took a raincheck.
Said 'I'm sorry miss'
And then
She blows me a sexy kiss,
Through eyes of black and gold.
Does every Gigolo
Come to this?
When did I get old?
poem by Kevin East
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