Blues At Sunrise Poem by Frank Bana

I'm walking down Old Avenue, with the blues this lonesome day
Singing the blues this morning, while my mind is ill at ease
Thinking who must bear the sickness, who is really the disease

I give prayers to the Memorial, standing by the village green
Under trees of English legend, where the ghosts of war assemble
No child come out to play. Silence makes the branches tremble

Going down to Weybridge Junction, to explore the empty station
Trains are rusting up in London, since the alien Invasion
You know a virus killed the Martians, so whence cometh our salvation?

Heading back towards my precinct, where the blues went out of fashion
Lately money has no purchase, for the mansions of the wealthy
Though I couldn't buy a patch of land, I am glad for staying healthy.

I don't care my back is aching, nor that my legs are getting tired
If my blues are inspiration, I will welcome the surprise
For your love is waiting on me, like a glorious sunrise.