Blues for Red
(an ode to an old friend)

Well I… couldn’t get back, to you
No I… could not get back to you
I took a long ride now…
And I could not find my way home

No bread to leave for the birds
Ain’t got no chips of wood…no
Nothing left for me to do
Got to find a new mama now

I… just want to get a shine on
Some kind of little light now
Call my own don’t you know
A cottage lamp in a lava flow

Haven’t been thinking lately
Just spinning like we used to
Listen to Jerry like we used to
Now she’s gone… she’s gone…
Now that… she’s…finished using me.

-cya-
- posted by James Doud @ 6:17 PM