High Blues

Summertime Blues

Whew!

Today

Yesterday

Like any other day

Is just full of flowered thoughts

I bought on the corner of 116th street

Long time ago

Letting go

The monkey man on the back

Clouded by my own interpretation of how life should be

Sitting w/the blues strumming me into afternoon naps

Head nodding jazz plays continuously

Even my walk is full of moody blue sashays

Who figure this black woman is the rhythm of grim guitars

Parlay through a hot Harlem subway

Catching the night train hoping to drown my blues

They lay lazy

Floating lithium highs

Heroin satisfied

Dipped into blueberries

Slowly I languish the fiend

Ginsberg trips

Hippy child

I always said I would rather be high

Then come down facing reality

So summertime blues

Today

Yesterday

Like any other day

Is a blue day


Lepadah


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