Hopeful Sunrise
Hopeful Sunrise
by gingerpoem
Wringle wrangle the wig comes off
Underneath lies gray contradiction
The amp blasts out such persistent thought
The wig lays in a heap on the stone cold floor
frozen in scattered light.
Morning would come soon, but now
it was night’s turn to show off.
Shake shake, the hand waves off the echoes.
Foreign languages speak out at the bass player
Sound keeps toying with mischief
They’re friends now.
Buddied up, much trouble will soon blossom.
Off the horizon, the sun begins to wake up
still drowsy with a wonderful
deep slumber quilt.
What does the sun dream about?
Deep rays bounce off bubbly clouds
Perhaps a thunderstorm on this sunny morning, maybe just light rain.
Wigs will rain down
Covering the gray contradictions
A cloud grows thumping into a bass drum
Jingle jangle the droplets drip on the bridge
Nothing under the bridge, nothing to contradict
Just a bluesy old tune of
An old man playing his
bluesy old guitar.
The sun rises, bringing
blues a second chance
This is all over the place, but has a refreshing quality to it. Some nice lines.