Knock Knock

Too cold outside, I pulled my
Ride into the drive-way hoping he’d

Understand and have enough
Sense to know I wasn’t about to go

Tippy toe from car to door…

My cell phone wanted to make it
Easy but his was disconnected.

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About joefingas

I am a songwriter, poet, blues singer, and a boogie woogie piano player. I have a grandson but I have no children of my own. All my women have wised up and left me. I was a bum, a wino, a drug/alcohol counselor, a prevention/intervention specialist and a pretender. I have no more time to pretend.
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