Born With the Blues
I dreamed I was sitting on a piano stool
Next to Memphis Slim
Watching his fingers stride.
When I woke, for a moment
It was not a dream but a memory
And I was thankful for the life I'd lived.
Copyright © Jessica Amanda Salmonson | Year Posted 2020
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