Saturday, June 11, 2011

The best dancers have holes

The best dancers have holes in their pockets.
The best singers have the blues.

And when the milk runs dry and babies cry,
My soul is in the noose. My soul is in the noose.

Earlier today: Bits and Pieces (poem)


Conrad DiDiodato said...

Verses worthy of Anita O'Day.

Anthony Duce said...

Good observations, well said.

marit said...

oh my god. this is so great. this makes me feel better about my hole. at least i can dance, right?

Bitch said...

Lyrics for a kind of Kenny Rodger

William Michaelian said...

Conrad, she would have made an entire sultry afternoon of these four lines. Thanks for your thoughtful association.

I appreciate it, Anthony. Thank you.

Thanks very much, Marit. Quite well too, I would guess.

Hello, Monika. Or maybe Hank Williams, Sr.