HER DEEP INDIGO BLUES

here i go,
taking a little journey
in a spinnin back trackin
in the songs written
held for so long
in silent lip smittens
so quietly breezin in a chorus come along,
in the so long ago,
as if ridin a night train in chicago
with her stylin in sicilian –
take it all in of her deep roots so blue
sippin n a recordin
like on an old cottage piano
listenin in the learning notes
in vitality so melodic in key
in the mix feelin free
into the spinnin wheel headlands,
teachin a kid in the farmlands
how to sing into her deep indigo blues.

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