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