House of Blues
Painting the horizon of heaven
bet you blue is there
as you travel by plane through air
while you sink within your drink
blue is in the mix
so your throat is cool
your head has a fix
brown and mellow in your seat
comfortable in your blue jeans
you think of your destination
blue rules the invocations
beat of the jazzy band
oceans making love to sands
somber eulogy dear ones passed
like the old Chevy Nova
that use to leak gas
first time you held baby boy
last minute of a sensual joy
the music that travels in your moods
composing the essence of
the house of blues.
BLUE POETRY CONTEST
SPONSOR MYSTIC ROSE ROSE
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