Blues Poem by Daniel Y.

Blues



Blues get me down,
and rocking.
My rocking chair
on the outdoor porch.
These thund’ring chords,
they move me.
Life goes on some say,
but we can sing along the way.

Harmonica on the railroad.
That electric snake called music
speaks to us.

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