Cactus Du Fresne
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Dirty Ashtray Blues

Vague smears of red lipstick
hang on the ends of your
spent cigarettes,

As the one in your hand
blows smoke rings
that dissipate and return
with every single
drag you take.

It's like a Blues Riff
Blown,
to these downtown streets.

Miles Davis coming on strong.

Maybe a John Coltrane CD
playing in a 1953 Cadillac
Hmmmmm,,,

Now that's some nice Blow.

Yeah,
it's a prayer that
will never be answered.

As the burnt ash
lays like forgotten dreams
left scattered
in the darkness
of this Bar.

I scream in silence!
Over-looking
cheap Scotch
in a dirty rocks glass

with you,
talking your shit.

I know who I am.

I'm your dirty ash tray, Baby!

Just waiting to be

Dumped...

Shadow Dancing

I still see you dancing
through the shadows
of my dreams.

As I lay asleep in bed
Visions of making sweet love
to you
fill my head.

As John Coltrane serenades

Your memory fades
As I wipe the sleep
from my eyes

I whisper away a final
I love you.

Wake the woman laying
in my bed

and,

Make love to her
just to get
Those dreams of you

Outta my head.

Cowboy Blues

Bland coffee
With no taste
Combines with
Snuff tobacco
In my lip
As I spit
both
Grains and grounds
Into the mystic fires
of Hell.

Waiting on your love to save me
Hoping you at least
know who I am.

As this cowboy slowly dies
from broken-hearted
Loneliness.