Spending Time With the Blues

There is that rhythm

Like a slow breathing woman

Playing with my senses

She knows I’m in love

With the way she moves

The way she grooves

I’m just along for the ride

Hoping she might abide

To my dreams kept tucked away

Those notions that are for her today

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“This old sweet song keeps Georgia on my mind”

While I dance a little jig in my mind

Waiting until the next rift catches me

Takes me for that ride again

Drifting out the door of this room

To a different place, a lovely place

Where everyone is dancing, and dancing

Where everyone is together

Feeling, laughing, playing

And nothing really matters

‘cept the blues keep rolling by

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If they let me I might decide to stay

While the music continues to play

I will only need to leave

If the rhythm may lose that hold

On the memory driven songs in my head

Pain and agony just seem so far away

Like a needle in my arm to cloud the day

I will just hold you next to me

And let the heat of our energy

Give me a reason to stay with you today

All that other daily trash just slide away

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I remember glancing at you from a distance

Sweet your eyes that day gave me chance

6 responses to “Spending Time With the Blues”

  1. The first stanza is purely magical.

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    1. amazing how the blues does truly let me fall into a zone – took all afternoon really. 🙂

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      1. I think I may need to try listening to the Blues. I just thought I had plenty of my own to sustain me — I think I was mistaken. I hope you have more to share!!

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  2. You’ve captured so much of how the Blues make me feel. Thank you for these words.

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    1. Thanks Kate, I had a lot of fun with this piece – amazing how the blues can take you along a journey!

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