The Blues

Written by: richard ferry

Saxophones blaring      Deep voices bellowing out      Smoked filled rooms      Whiskey bottles half-empty      More color than not      Going on three nobody cares      No prying eyes      Nobody stares      Guitar strings are crying out      A womans voice echoes the room      Tearful memories being held back      Outside in the street      Loud voices screaming      Police sirens can be heard      Above the pouring rain      A clarinet begins to scream      Silence fills the room      Then a trumpet begins it`s rage      Blaring notes out wildly      Above the beating of the drums      Voices join in      Smiles now can be seen      On all the faces     Chasing away the blues