I’m sitting in this motel room
with a notebook and a pen,
writing angry notes
to God and Angelina.
I don’t know where I can send them off
so I guess I’ll tear them up
and the whiskey contains all the proof I need.
It’s heading south tonight on a northbound train.
And I don’t know how it can be this hot and not rain.
I’m singing songs about the working man
on a chinese guitar.
They’re all gospel songs
without the halleluiah.
Emerson wrote for us to trust ourselves
but the farther I get from home
the less my heart can vibrate to that iron string.
It’s heading south tonight on a northbound train.
And I don’t know how it can be this hot and not rain.
Thought this song I wrote fit well with today’s dVerse prompt. Okay, I’m cheating a bit as I wrote it a month or two ago.
I also recorded a demo of it. If you’re interested, comment and I’ll send you an .mp3 and/or a pdf with the chords. It’s steel-string guitar finger-picky.
poetrytech 
….I’m singing songs about the working man
on a chinese guitar…. i fell in love with this line…took my breath away as it paints such a vivid picture…there’s music in your words…very nice
interesting song…have you put music to it? would love to hear it so i can catch the rhythm…i def like the chorus….
Brian – look for an e-mail. Thanks!
angry notes are just a poem away from a good song, nice one