Sing me no songs of the daylight
For the sun is the enemy of lovers
Sing me instead of shadows and darkness
And the memories of midnight
Sing me no songs of domestic brews
For the usual beers do not intoxicate
Sing me instead of red wine and absinthe
And the warmth of my intemperate muse
Sing me no songs of everyday women
For the office ladies offer no inspiration
Sing me instead of strippers and dancers
And dim nights at the club
Sing me no songs of bleached blonds
For they have nothing ‘neath their curls
Sing me instead of fiery red heads
And the misfortunes of virtue
This year marks the tenth anniversary of my first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular. To celebrate I’m posting my favorite poems from the book on Wednesday nights, of course. I posted this back in 2014 and it is the second most viewed poem on my site. I re-posted it in 2021 and that one has gotten just one-third the views over the same time frame. I wonder how this post will do…
