broken moon on my left
crooked river on my right
got my holey soles dug in
halfway to China deep
in the hungry belly of the night
out in the side-yard dogs are barking
and there's blood in the air
split my lip on a broken dream teacup no bones about it friend
this old mother's cupboard is bare
can't blame this on the moon
or the way the river run
don't want your sympathy cuz
it's what I did, or failed to do
that's made me come undone
but you can pray for me, child
tell the Lord I can't do it alone
send me angels bearing biscuits
and red eye gravy
whiskey and a big ol hambone
Rene ~ January 2012
For The Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
crooked river on my right
got my holey soles dug in
halfway to China deep
in the hungry belly of the night
out in the side-yard dogs are barking
and there's blood in the air
split my lip on a broken dream teacup no bones about it friend
this old mother's cupboard is bare
can't blame this on the moon
or the way the river run
don't want your sympathy cuz
it's what I did, or failed to do
that's made me come undone
but you can pray for me, child
tell the Lord I can't do it alone
send me angels bearing biscuits
and red eye gravy
whiskey and a big ol hambone
Rene ~ January 2012
For The Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
ha sounds like a good thing to pray for...at least you will not be hungry...smiles....some really nice rhyme through out as well..
ReplyDeleteThanks Brian, :)
DeleteI love it--those are some deep blues!
ReplyDeleteThanks John! An empty cupboard is a sad , sad thing.
Deleteyou caught the beat, here. the beat rhythm and the beat-heart.
ReplyDeletehow has it never occurred to the world before (credit to you, here) to link madame hubbard and her cupboard to the blues?
stroke of genius.
Thank you Shawnacy!
Deleterene, you are the best equipped for writing with Tom in mind and of course this is stellar.
ReplyDeletethanks for playing, love.
Thank you for the praise, darling, but I am certainly not worthy :)
ReplyDeleteThis full to the brim with Tom-isms!
ReplyDeleteHey girl, thanks! I've missed you :)
ReplyDelete"split my lip on a broken dream teacup no bones about it my cupboard is bare"
ReplyDeleteLove it Rene. You are so talented and once again I am so happy you are still blogging you're words are deep and beautiful.
Huggs,
JB
Thanks jb! So glad to hear from you again.
ReplyDeleteI always knew that old woman was a gifted songstress. She's wealthy if she's content with biscuits and whiskey.
ReplyDeleteFred! I adore your comments. And I so fell asleep during Capt America. Look how much money it takes to bore me.
ReplyDeleteoh much enjoyed your hubbards blues...send me angels bearing biscuits
ReplyDeleteand red eye gravy
whiskey and a big ol hambone...quite different from the myrrhe and balm...smiles...love it