My Blues.

Written in 1984
C.D. Eyes Wide Open

My Blues.

I heard Ray Charles on a Juke box in 1959.
“night time is the right time”
and ooh that sound was fine.
miles Davis blew “kind of blue”
a bitter sweet refrain.
and I never heard a saxophone
played as wild as John Coltrane.

When Ella sang
“how strange the change from major to minor”
and Charlie was the ‘bird’ who cried.
I never heard a sound that seemed any finer,
it caught my heart inside.
Aretha sours and Otis roars
and Bobby ‘big blue’ Bland
can sing a song & before too long
you know you understand
            the blues
 your blues
 my blues.

bold fingers , that’s Mingus,
aint no funk like Thelonius Monk.
the sound lingers, soul singers.
Marvin Gaye, Sam and Dave, Staple Singers
Sam Cooke, ooh I'm sunk.
when Bessie sang ‘any womans blues’
she took my breath away.
and ‘body and soul’ i lost control
at the sound of Lady Day.

a sensual moan , Nina Simone
Stevie Wonder, the music’s inside.
and “no! no regrets” I'll never forget Edith Piaf, she sang from inside.
the blues. your blues.
my blues. the blue
your blues. my blue. the blues.