A Poet’s Blues

It’s a quarter to twelve and I’m at a crossroad
I’m waiting for a man who’ll give me what I want for my soul
The Holy Spirit is begging me to just go home
But I’m tired of always being broke and alone
My dream girl is still in love with another man
And I’m still the greatest poet no one’ll ever know or understand
I just want the praise I deserve and a much needed good day
It’s not like God will tell me why I’m here anyway