Closed Today

Lunar energy flows through my veins causing the capillaries in my brain to bubble as if it were at boil. And as I silently mouth out the lines to a story long ago hidden and disguised somewhere deep within the linings of my inner being I hold my head in hand thinking out Stories in chords of three and measured in time by twelve to a bar and this life, too often like a blues tune crying out please tell us who you are but as often as not I refrain thus the sign on the door like the tittle to the unsung song inevitably has to become closed today with a request to please try again tomorrow.