Trouble

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"Trouble"

   a blues song

 

He was comin' in hot

At lightnin' speed

Told him he was trouble

He just grinned

 

He just kept on burnin'

No end in sight

That cinnamon whiskey

Was his delight

 

Cinnamon whiskey

Breathin' down his neck

Hot cinnamon liquor

Puttin' flames on his breath

Flames a growin'

All orange and red

Flickerin' higher

Up over his head

 

Like a devil or a dragon

He just couldn't get enough

Those flames controllin'

His every thought

 

Told him he was trouble

He just grinned

Said that cinnamon whiskey

'paid for his sins'


Cinnamon whiskey

Breathin' down his neck

Hot cinnamon liquor

Puttin' flames on his breath

Flames a growin'

All day all night

Cinnamon whiskey

Was his delight

 

2019

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Rose Casserley

Mon 12th Aug 2019 15:35

my pa would love this Lisa, especially re ' a blues song ' him
( and the image that I get in mind ) being a massive fan of the original blue singers. the likes of John Lee Hooker, Sonny Boy Williamson, Muddy Waters to name but a few in his record collection.

Boy! did those guys dad tells me love knocking back the kind of hooch you mention and while on stage in between songs.

I really would love to know that without the likes of them, would the Beatles aosend Stones have ever surfaced at all?

very doubtful. Great poem again Lisa.



Rose 💋

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Lisa C Bassignani

Mon 12th Aug 2019 00:43

Thanks Devon. I hope to get some friends together soon and put it to music

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Devon Brock

Sun 11th Aug 2019 22:19

Read this to the tune of "Gun Street Girl". Oh yea!

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