Awoke this morning—gravel voiced;
Mars hued eyes—hopped a ride
on empty air: a locomotive delight.
Passed four—then seven
major stops; but did not.
Exited on a flatted three;
spent some time and then moved
onto a flatted seven.
Moaning, I gave out a holler to God.
He heard my cry and sang a blue note song
with me—crying too!
Man, there’s nothing
like singing the blues with God
on a Monday morning.
Can’t a brother get—a
two part ‘shout out’?
Or do you know
what I’m talking about?