The Blues
Saxophones blaring Deep voices bellowing out Smoked filled rooms Whiskey bottles half-empty More color than not Going on three nobody cares No prying eyes Nobody stares Guitar strings are crying out A womans voice echoes the room Tearful memories being held back Outside in the street Loud voices screaming Police sirens can be heard Above the pouring rain A clarinet begins to scream Silence fills the room Then a trumpet begins it`s rage Blaring notes out wildly Above the beating of the drums Voices join in Smiles now can be seen On all the faces Chasing away the blues
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