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Goodbye, baby.

by Jolie Jordan

I know I’m nearing the end.

You don’t have to tell me.
I can taste these dirty streets,
underneath my stained sheets.

LA will forever be my lady,
a dark denizen of the nights
I spent under bar lights.

From the deserts to the beach,
I know you better than you
know yourself.

I know the devils that speak
the words of angels.

I know the bartenders
that claim friendships.

I know the drunks
that treat this town
like a goldmine.

I know the witches
disguised as friends.

I know rock & roll,
like I know myself,
I hear my dad in the Sabbath,
and my mom
in Waylon.

I feel the night
like a dagger
telling me I can never leave.

It’s not that I don’t love you,
but you’re a canary baby,
a caged songstress
a lost bird
that will never try to fly.

We’re all lost here,
amongst the city
that takes stock
in us watching the sun come up.

The only difference
is I still count sheep,
and think of my little brothers
as I fall asleep.

02/01/2018

Posted on 02/01/2018
Copyright © 2018 Jolie Jordan

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