Frost

As some of you know, I often write poems behind the steering wheel of my mini van and last night I wrote another while staring rather absent minded at the car parked next to me as frost quickly spread across the hood and roof, looking like tiny diamonds in the street light. Sometimes I never know where my next source of inspiration comes from but this poem came to me like an old Muddy Waters blues number. Enjoy!

 

27 Degrees

 

It’s 27 degrees out baby

But you wouldn’t know that

Less you were out here

Shackled

To the cold blooded night

 

I’m runnin’ like a fire

Right before it dies

Ain’t that what poor folks do

Once the light dies in their eyes

 

27 degrees out baby

But you wouldn’t know that

Less you were out here

Shackled

To the cold blooded night

 

Golden handcuffs you’re wearin’

They shine so bright

Tell me,  tell me, can you feel it

When they’re on too tight?

 

I’m watching the frost sparkle up

Like tiny diamonds might

Cuz

It’s 27 degrees out baby

But you wouldn’t know that