poetry by j matthew waters

kansas city blues

sky big and cloudless
I count the days of sobriety

looking down the track
all I see are sixes
rolling on down the line

paper hat stuffed in back pocket
patterned like salt and pepper
sporting paper suit and
folding paper planes
riding atop the dream train

kansas city’s but a night
or two away
its lights and sounds
pulsating in my veins

january two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
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2 thoughts on “kansas city blues

  1. Sky big and cloudless nights. Loved your poem

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