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.