The Who What Where and Why Kind of Blues


Alone
with one candle
on the table
flickering fiercely . . . but losing its will
along with the aroma
of a cigar that should’ve been put out
long ago
Jack
no ice
and strumming along
with the pain that Muddy knew

Each sip
came with a warm burning
reason to contemplate
who . . . that damn woman
that’s who
what . . . what she did with him
him being that no good
supposedly damn friend o’ mine
where . . . where they didn’t belong
in our bed
and why . . . I can’t answer why
but the two of them together
got me humming
what Muddy knew

I got the blues
the aching kind
that won’t go away with just whiskey and time
but the kind that lingers
in deep thought
like it’s the part of living
I got to live with
whether or not
I want it . . . and I don’t
because now . . . well now
I’m going to always have
what Muddy knew

NICESS

Great write.

Wow so deep, Very good! I been there before and it truly hurts.

(((((Mig)))))....This is a favorite!...Love it babe!

Thanks to everyone and Leigh you know I'm just trying to write something beautiful . . . or at least something decent