there should be more to write then just simply goodnight- <br />and where are the stars, no word from the moon; where is your heart? <br />time is a duplicate lover and the wind is always vanishing, <br />like a forgotten lover always promising to come back one day. <br />and here, from where I sit, I can see the world, <br />and the world is nodding its head, <br />waving goodbye from the last train out of this nowhere town tonight. <br /> <br />I have to get out of here, have to get out of this state of mind- <br />who ever traveled to hell and traveled back again <br />to tell their sons and daughters <br />not to make the same mistakes I’ve made. <br />all the vagabonds, musicians and poets, <br />tattooed themselves to the fiery ruins of shooting stars, <br />and where to go would get me the hell out of hell? <br />I’ll end up in China baby, on the other side of the world <br />when I finish digging baby, <br />this grave straight through the backyard of your heart. <br /> <br />I keep wishing the phone would ring, some long lost lover <br />with a voice like rain, just calling to say, <br />I still haven’t changed my mind about us baby, <br />but have a good night anyway.<br /><br />Amberlee Carter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drinking-with-bob-dylan/
