The Blues by J. P. DaviesDown on the corner;
sunk low in poverty;
I ain't got nuthin';
nuthin' but this horn.
So I'll blow for you;
the bittersweet blues;
to make you feel;
what I feel.
The notes flow;
unasked for from my bell;
They reach your ears;
telling you who I am.
They tell of old men in alleys;
the children without shoes;
the poor lush in the gutter;
feel our pain.
I keep flowing;
from note to painful note;
until you feel so low;
that you toss a quarter.
My case is a receptor;
for blue peoples money;
if your down so is your money;
it always finds me somehow.
Let me show you;
how it feels;
to be lost;
in your own neighbourhood.
Down on your luck?
Just come listen to me;
play what you know;
deep down in your soul. 05/18/2003 Posted on 05/18/2003 Copyright © 2024 J. P. Davies
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