Issue
#8 

a poem by Scot Young (3 of 3)

the last poem

i guess someday one
of my daughters
through google searches
and rummaging through drawers
may find enough decent poems to
put together a book of me…

and they will read them
with a cup of coffee curled
up in an overstuffed chair
letting their imagination
look for some hidden or
double meaning…

and at the funeral after
hank williams sings
The midnight train
is whining low…
--you know the rest
she will read a poem of mine
discover the truth
as simple
as three chords
of a saturday night
steel guitar

© by Scot Young
 
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #8 ~ March 2010    previous poem