Jacaranda Blues Poem by gershon hepner

Jacaranda Blues



I’ve got the jacaranda blues
because I’m in the red,
like bougainvilleas, my dues
can’t wait till they’ve all shed.
I wish a tulip that was black
would match my sorry state,
but I have got a blues attack,
my creditors won’t wait.

For daffodils I yearn, their yellow
a goose for this sad gander;
I’m sure these jaundiced hosts would mellow
the blues of jacaranda.
A hyacinth might well, I think,
restore to me my wealth,
and make me feel a perfect pink
in fragrant flower health.

Perhaps a sour tree like lemon
might soothe my burning brow,
and dissipate the dreadful demon
that jacarandas now
reflect as high above they hang
depressing blue admirers.
I’d get more money for my bang
if I could paint an iris
like Vincent, and forget the trees
so hateful blue in blossom
that falls like teeth that dentists’ fees
can’t save unless you floss them.