Bleeding Contrition With Guitar Strings

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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