The Blues
People don’t have the blues now,
they have rage red, bitter greens
and yellows that revolt
like radio-active sunflowers.
The blues used to be therapy.
We would sing it all out
then play more bluesy notes,
make a new tinge of blue.
Some have forgotten how to suffer.
When you get the real blues
you get mellow, you get the moody
muse like a true poet -
it’s medicine.
The blues don’t come at you
with a rabid point of view
like other hues.
The lyrics don’t club you like a baseball bat.
The blues won’t yell in your ear
as you just try to get along
from here to there
That old blues
it stays put
and
if you have a dog and a guitar,
or if you’ve lost
your gal, or guy
your dog or guitar
then with a sad little chuckle
it will invite you to come on in.
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