‘and who wrote the blues
choose’d...
and what do they say
play’d...
winds in the skies
cry’d...
winds of the soul
pull’d....’
like that yawn
dawn
on and on
don’t mistake nuttin
for them shiny apples
sun glare’s primary colors and
the blues
stone cutters need carpentry
it’s carbon
that we
all share,
that’s fair.
all colors are on
that wheel
before a Tupelo sunrise
aefter a whitewashed Graceland
before Handy after Joplin
waters had stirred
floods had receded
the land marks man
delta rose
the delta rose
prayers rise
steeples too and that
metallic grain elevator.
and that horizon
blurry white
and black
and blues
blues climbing
blues falls
blues always a-moving
you gotta blues
can’t choose
you just gotta blues
