Dying Man Blues

He came on the driveway
just stomping his feet,
turned up the music
and turned up the heat.

A skeleton man
with an ugly face,
storming and slamming
and setting the pace.

Got the angry man blues.

She asked for some quiet
in manners so sweet,
but he swore and he bellowed
and stomped to the beat.

Doing life my way,
there's nothing to lose.
I'm sick and I'm bitter
and fed up with you.

Got the nasty man blues.

He slammed the car door shut
pushed gas to the floor.
Stones on the driveway
spun up with the roar.

Then he screeched to a halt
put it all in reverse,
rolled down the window,
she awaited the curse.

But he dropped his head low
his face scarred with worry,
said I'm sick and alone
and I'm really so sorry.

Got the dying man blues.

Copyright ©2004 by Emma