poetry by j matthew waters

Southern Man

My idol died in a plane crash
(some forty years ago)
yet here I sit reminiscing
imagining how much more
should have been accomplished

Perhaps I’m thinking it all wrong
as I sit here backspacing
collecting dark thoughts
and listening to the blues

I keep telling myself I ain’t
going anywhere anytime soon
but truth be told my idol knows
much better than I ever will

Adjusting to continual change
(as well as latitudes & attitudes)
I stick with kentucky whiskey
reworking decades old lyrics
and booking chartered flights

october two thousand eighteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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2 thoughts on “Southern Man

  1. Music always tells us more than we will ever know. Echoes of life lived or let go.

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