“stone crazy” or “the beginnings of the blues”

my memories float back
to the slow whistle and sweet bourbon
of the bed sheets she evacuates
the sunlight she stole
when I get quiet
the stroke of my aspect
sings the blues

the wind pleas
every song on the radio
wrenches my soul
I am dancing
wicked this two step
“watusi”
that makes every hour longer
ever door knob turn exspectant
and so much salt water…

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