Blues

Somberly and perpetually, it plays Dark melodies in my days Rumblings of guitar and piano play at distant corners of my mind Lingering concerts of sorrows so unkind Willie Brown said, "The blues ain't nothing but a good man feeling bad." I want to be a good man; maybe this is why I'm feeling sad Deep, deeply in my soul Cacophonic blasts so piercing and bold Echoes of a distant and short past Melancholic riffs, runs, and good licks long last Blues, Blues I did not choose Instead, I was chosen So many monotonous strums... And deep pulsating drums Play, They play in my mind and heart... When will it end? Better yet, when did it start?