Lonsome Poem by keith brown

She's living in a place, they call lonesome
Staring at a million lonely stars
While her man runs
High wild and handsome
Chasing through the honkey Tonks and bars

Her head rests on a lonely lonesome pillow
Surrounded by a million lonely tears
her nights are long, Heartaches
often linger
Chasing through the shadows of Her fears.

She packs a bag
A ticket bound for nowhere.
While her man runs wild, ,
She running free,
On her pillow a single golden band,
and a note
that he won't understand!