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Downhome and Blue

The mockingbird sitting out in the oak tree Is trying his whole repertoire out on me: from bluebird to chickadee, freight train to snake in the grass. The afternoon’s fading slow into the night casting the back porch in dappled … Continue reading

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Songwriter Blues

A songwriter walks on the slimmest of threads to balance what’s in his heart versus his head; sometimes, random thoughts will inspire him to sing words that aren’t about his life or any damned thing. Emotions in motion, a mood … Continue reading

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Playing the Blues Again

When you play the blues, at some point, you’ve got to decide. Whether to play around the issue, like Charlie Parker, flitting in and out just hinting at the melody, giving subtle suggestions on the point you’re trying to make … Continue reading

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Into Independence Blues

Feelin’ in my bones I just can’t shake these lonesome blues Standin’ at the crossroads thinkin’ either way I lose If I leave that girl in Birmingham the fault will just be mine But things will be no better done … Continue reading

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Highway Blues

I hear the highway calling, but I will not catch a ride; Where I’m bound and where roads lead never seem to coincide. For interstates link places that are pretty much the same, and each draw certain travelers, like moths … Continue reading

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In Memphis

In Memphis, where the gypsies come to hide their dead in earth and I too seeking burial for past mistakes learned the blues hoping to hide my sense of misdirection like Elvis there along Madison Avenue two blocks from the … Continue reading

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Playing the Blues

If you let it up from your tiptoes, vibrating, tingling there along your spine, and wait patiently as it slowly grows gathering strength from your soul, like a vine drinking in the marrow of your being, not letting your mind … Continue reading

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