Whiskey Song

[couchgrouch]

Whiskey SongThe moon is tethered to a mountainlike a pony to a postI fight a tear and tip my bottleto love gone and its lonesome ghostthe silence talks me intoturning the radio onI hope that DJ uncorks yesterdayand pours some old whiskey songmidnight is purple and moodyI head out to listen to the hillsI hear the dark and haunted beautyof a distant whippoorwillI wonder what kind of heartbreakmakes his voice weep all night longis it a wounded wing, what makes him singsuch a mournful whiskey songat life's beginning there's a mother lullabiesand there's hymns of heaven when someone diesbut when an endless love ends way too soonall broken spirits have are drinkin' tunescos when rooms are cold n emptyand that song is playin' blue n lowit reaches places within mea woman's love used to goso as long as there's a deep holewhere my true love once belongedI'll toast my rye to shadows of nightdancing to a whiskey song(c)2006 Robert George