Key To The Highway Poem by Wayne Falconer

Blues guitar is sweeping,
hearts and roses are weeping.
I'm playing night and day,
seeking key to the highway.

Digesting her fab venus style,
building up my blues file.
Lost in lovers flight play,
seeking key to the highway.

Above red faced blood moon,
venus and I record tune.
Hear rhythm catch sway,
seeking key to the highway.

Blue bird blossoming on high,
star song drifting from sky.
I'm catching notes to play,
seeking key to the highway.

Well, well, feel so free,
know black angel holds key.
While I write first of may,
seeking key to the highway.

Is it quake of love,
blues tune exploding above.
Whose tender song I play,
seeking key to the highway.

Blues above and below,
forever I plant to grow.
So I play night or day,
seeking key to the highway.