His Pacific Blues .....
In his eyes
He drove a little far ...
Away from the few
he knew ....
With no rhyme or hue
On a black canvas he drew ...
His Pacific Blues .....
Darker yet bland
were the shades of blur ...
Strumming his slur ...
fluttering in harmony
Over his bleeding lull
In his eyes
He drove a little too far ...
Away from the few
he knew ....
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