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?
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