Riding with Monk Epistrophy, apostrophe, brush these blues off of me. Lift me off this loneliest of roads, beyond these bare trees. Even in their beauty, these bones of winter hold no answers, only questions. On this road of introspection, you tease me with those keys. I don’t blame you, but I’ve had all the blues I can abide. I’m not in the mood. Give it to me straight. I’m tired of chasing dreams. Lend me yours. It doesn’t have to be easy, but these streets would look a whole lot better with blue skies and just a little green.
About the Author: Ken Gierke is retired and has lived in Missouri since 2012, when he moved from Western New York, where the Niagara River fostered a love for nature. He writes primarily in free verse and haiku, often inspired by hiking and kayaking. His poetry has been published or is forthcoming both in print and online in such places as Ekphrastic Review, Amethyst Review, Silver Birch Press, Trailer Park Quarterly, The Gasconade Review, and River Dog Zine. Glass Awash, published by Spartan Press, is his first collection of poetry. His website: https://rivrvlogr.com/
Image Credit: “Nachtconcert van Thelonious Monk in het Concertgebouw Datum” (1961) Public domain image courtesy of Wikimedia, CC0
As It Ought To Be 
Thank you for giving this poem a home.
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