Castiron agility

he hears a blues piano
from an open barroom door
he wonders what is up in here
can he handle any more?

he knows its just a broken day
perhaps the night will heal
but misery holds him tightly
still he thinks its all unreal

a crooner sadly sings inside
of troubles piled on high
telling of a ruined life
and what money can not buy

warm rain falls upon on his face
or maybe its his tears
he fumbles down the darkened street
he feels the weight of years

he mourns the great tomorrow
waiting darkly at the turn
from the twisted stark reality
before it starts to burn

1973