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Song Sung Blues

Song Sung Blues

You wore your smart grey suit, or was it blue,
broad white collar almost covered your heart, blue
skies above, or grey, marbled waxing gibbous moon
morning. You wore your puffy hat, beret. Blue
flower perched upon your pageboy, brown, or red. You
smiled. You spied your life restarted through blue
eyes, or grey, your future marked anew.
You sweated scared, or ready. Tenements forgotten, blue
seas ahead, or stormy. Cardinals swarmed. Velvet hued
ravens parted clouds. Mark fifty years, the blues
I felt, the year you died. Hey Jude, slow waltzed with Bobby Blue,
or Greene, the jukebox played the ‘start to make it better’ blues.

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