in a town
where no one
knows your name,
and in a bar
where no one
knows your face,
over the white nose
of the other drinkers
a girl sings
i want to know
have you ever
seen the rain?
almost managing
to keep up
with john,
as you try to find
a little bit of warmth
deep in a glass
of jet black stout.
YOU ARE READING
Melancholia
Poesiepoetry takes us to so many places, and we take poetry to so many places. here are poems about places, and sometimes the people found in them.
