He strums his guitar
thinking he can sing her away
but she is stuck to the blue chords.
Red hair, high heels, and a seductive smile
swim through a Crown bottle
to six strings thumping tears.
How many sad songs can whiskey drink
before pain walks away from another encore?
Mistakes pour from his smoky voice
into a microphone confession
bleeding contrition on the dance floor.
With closing time hurrying the clock
he shouts for the crowd to swallow
down another round and finishes draining
his heart singing a Jeff Buckley song.
©Susie Clevenger 2013
Poetry Share ~Prompt 14 ~ "The Music of Jeff Buckley"
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