HONORABLE
MENTION
Lowdown Lovesick Blues
Look for my baby, she’s
lookin’ for shoes—
This only the start of my lovesick blues.
That gal would look good
in a croaker sack,
But all she think is new clothes on her back.
When I give her the eye
like I’m wantin’ to:
“Which look better,” she ask, “green or
the blue?”
And when I’m gone
in those eyes and those lips,
She’s tellin’ me pleats won’t do on her
hips.
Think I’ve lost my
baby to clothes not booze—
Tell me which one’s worse for the lovesick blues.
Come around, Baby, come
out of that store,
Just turn the handle and open my door.
Catalogues be the devil,
that’s what they are—
Let me be your wishbone, I be your star.
Only you know how you mess
with my mind—
Gal, that mirror tell you don’t be unkind.
I’m suffering, Baby,
come lie by my side.
Bring that old mischief, I got no more pride.
We ain’t got all night
and that ain’t news—
You know how to cure these lovesick blues.
—Kevin Lewis,
AM’69, PhD’80
Lewis directs graduate
religious studies at the University of South Carolina. His
poems have appeared in Aethlon: The Journal of Sport
Literature, The Christian Century, Anglican
Theological Review, and Studia Mystica.
Select a poem:
First Prize - Potter's
Song
Second Prize - Pockets
Third Prize - Little
Red Schoolhouse
Honorable Mention - Lowdown
Lovesick Blues
Honorable Mention - Unavoidably
Detained
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