Lowdown feeling mama healing aint the same, it aint..cash was rolling dealing sharing..like a
saint..a saint..Brother Joe he got talent paints..all dragons he paints drinks flagons..evil fashion good come crashin..something depth..lot of passion..
alleys grey don’t need to be..not a point of destiny..color splash come back here free..so free..wind cold off lake Nov. blow harp for blues sake..crosslake lights glint boat wake..climb to stars note on note..crash down to my ear..melody is thrown to sky..flash blues funky here..
innocent note speak blues hurt in love things..spent a vote in new shoes..child needs diamond rings..fur coats in the winter smooth love soft come spring..when wine bottles empty just sing baby sing..
row on row houses go..testify to war..silent witness..broken young home..cannot say ‘no more’,.heartbreak on each corner..laughter from a child..corner most is after..child just dreaming wild..
honeycomb city seems home 4 lot of bees..bears dressed in tuxedos..attract by a sneeze..1940′s hairstack woman climbing to the court..where record of the county counts her as a sport..
(guess pigs will always snort..it is their nature)..
There are things seen by urbanites each day. Some wonderful folks have managed to bring true gifts to this life. Dr. Jonas Salk, Dr. Martin L. King, Johnny Mercer-Harold Arlen, Lennon-McCartney-Harrison-Starr-Einstein-Madam Curie..the stem cell researchers..and those who are just respectfully kind to other living things..Peace T@cftd