The Last Lonesome Poem Ever Written

i was about six
when my dad said
this is hank
opened a can from the land
of sky blue waters
and sang
I'm so Lonesome I could Cry

he sang all the sad songs
the lonesome songs
without a woman songs
he passed down in that garage
on those saturday mornings
the lonesome gene
as I listened wide eyed
wanting she loves you yeah yeah
but got
there's a tear in my beer
 
it developed slow but
stayed nurtured
and fed by life
hung on like a steel guitar
like the last
minor chord  before
fading out
like being broke
at  last call

it is finally being loved
by a good woman
and still hearing him say
on some lonesome
saturday morning
this is hank

© 2008 Scot Young