On the day
On the day
One day a whole damn song fell into place in my head. Billie Holliday
On the day I was born,
Billie Holiday was
let out of prison.
She had been no thorn
in the warden’s side, was
happy to feel the sun
on her face while I cried
from a doctor’s slap
across my hips.
Locked up inside
the womb of a cell, a mishap
for possession of narcotics, her lips
craved song, the way
I crave her voice,
especially on my day
in 2017. The day
a whole damn poem fell
into place in my head.
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…and a good damn poem that fell into place
…and tonight, oh well, maybe
a little moonlight will do
Thanks for the mention of moonlight. That gives me an idea for the poem I’ll write tomorrow…