adventures in dysthymia

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Scat, a poem

Scat

The lounge singer’s drunken scat
has lasted too long. Someone
whisper the right words to him
so we can get on with the song.

Stephen Brooke ©2016

A little poem thingy. I suppose one could see it as a metaphor for all sorts of things. Or maybe it's just about a drunken singer.

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