Freezing my Brazils Blues
Its was one in the morning
Sunday morning too
Piccadilly Bus Station
Wrote a poem to you
Eating my Fruit and Nut Bar
Where the ducks the twenty-two?
I need my woman
W.O.M.A.N. I’ll say it again
I need my woman
W.O.M.A.N.
Queues are going down
It’s nearly two
Buses thinning like my hair
Heat seeping through
Pigeons are all tucked up
My
I need my woman
W.O.M.A.N. I’ll say it again
I need my woman
W.O.M.A.N.
Bus-stations nearly empty
Lady of the night walked on over
What can do for you?
Showed my wallet was all empty
Said to my lady I was true
I need my woman
W.O.M.A.N. I’ll say it again
I need my woman
W.O.M.A.N.
Found my way to a pay-phone
Where the hell are you?
Plastic neon lights on hoardings
Sneeze, got man flew
Finally I saw a her car pull over
Got into my wife’s car and kissed her
Coming on home with you
I had my woman
W.O.M.A.N. I’ll say it again
I had my woman
W.O.M.A.N.
© Phil Golding March 08
<Deleted User> (4281)
Wed 5th Mar 2008 06:05
Hello, Philip
This is absolutely wonderful write, and I am here again to read it one more time. This will sound really good when you will read loud. Please share the information how it will be deliver and how was received. I regret we do not have those meetings here to read Out Loud.
PS: Thank you so much for the comment on my latest poem.
Kind Regards,
Zuzanna