The Gas Man Blues


(The Gas Man Cometh)
By Dianne Romain

Dedicated to Dan Buchowski
and the Gas Man
of Cerro de Cuarto

I search the callejones
Before the light of day.
I search the callejones
Before the light of day.
I sing. I cry. I wonder.
Will I ever find my way?

I sing. I cry. I wonder.
While you’re lying in the hay.
I sing. I cry. I wonder.
While you’re lying in the hay.
It’s lonely in the ally.
Will you answer me today?

It’s lonely in the alley.
It’s dark and cold as stone.
It’s lonely in the alley.
It’s dark and cold as stone.
I heft a hundred kilos.
Would you prefer I use the phone?

I heft a hundred kilos.
I climb a hundred stairs.
I heft a hundred kilos.
I climb a hundred stairs.
I call out “Gas Butano.”
Is there anyone that cares?

I call out “Gas Butano.”
My voice sounds hoarse, they say.
I call out “Gas Butano.”
My voice sounds hoarse, they say.
I search the callejones.
I hear you’ve moved away.

———-

I wrote these lyrics some years ago.  A friend wrote a blues song for my lyrics. Let me know if you’d like to hear the music. Thanks!

 

2 thoughts on “The Gas Man Blues

  1. RosAngelica Moreno

    Hi Dianne, great poem. something so mundane and you saw through to the gas man’s plight! I would indeed love to hear the musical version.
    Carinosamente, RosAngelica

    Reply

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