BluesPoetry

BluesPoetry

I have slept in the dirt and the mud
I have slept in my mother's arms
and slept in king sized beds with goose down
I have slept in the rain and in the sun
under stars and cold hard rooms
slept with beauty and with whores
I have spent sleepless nights as well
as have been in comas
Now it takes pills to bring on sleep
Dreams running through the hours
like those night mares
It takes two to three little pills to
bring on sleep but still I hear the 'horse'
in the night like a shot in the dark