gets the blues

I’d walk the concrete

along the sea shore

feeling like a fish needing a school

looking out at the lights passing ships

sitting in dock pubs bars

nursing a long beer

hoping for something

anything to happen

occasionally the door would open

to people who had lost their way

some random looking for low life

finding it

bringing attitude

the world & its brother

could bounce off

other nights sitting watching

the neon bar sign blink off

on

wanting divination

this is how it is

will be

waiting for the sun

to bring the light

end to these blues

not understanding then

not everybody gets the blues

or survives them

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