Blues

Blues what do I do with you
Do I wear you like my daddy's shoes?
Do I eat you like a frothy stew?
Do I bleed you like the bleeding do?
Blues don't stay silent, tell me how to move.

Do I scatter you like ash?
Do I hoard you like my stash of cash?

Blues aren't you tired of living in my chest
relaxing in that hammock, all depressed?
Bluesy doosie, do I sing it out, do I laugh and dance about?
What if I am tired and down and sad?
What do I do with that?

Do I fold you into a plane
that can rip through the sky again?

People say, oh day by day,
but what do they know, I scream
they are laughing
like a bunch of jelly beans.

Day by day seems far away.

Blues do I make up bad rhymes for you?
Blues my dear, oh yes I do.
I've bought a ticket for you blues,
all aboard the sinking cruise.