Victoria Spivey's Blues Poem by David McLansky

Fresh out of coffee
Can't pay the rent
Living the victim
Of a fortune misspent,
Living at loose ends
Since that tragic event
Honey when you closed that door

My pillow is dirty
The house just a wreck
Just a face in the window
Lost in neglect
Living at loose ends
Devoid of prospects
Honey when you closed that door

Watching the traffic that npass in the street
Hung in my memories
So joyous and sweet
Living at loose ends
Knocked right off my feet
Honey when you closed that door