Carpe Diem Blues

by Matt Shaw

Sing your barrel-chest blues,

Hard young man.


Squeeze blue-veined fists,

Kiss cold lips,

Kiss distant lips



Shout Hey! to

Proud shadows,

Fall them down with

Hatchet hands

That make the young ones swoon.


Step to sweetness,

Sweat an' pulse an' throb,

Sing an' laugh,

An' when the had's been had,

You know you got to get

Up on that train

An' ride.


Ain't no train gon' run forever.

No man, neither.