You can talk about your symphonies,
Your chamber group ensembles
Your operatic arias
Your Anthems, hymns and spirituals.

But my soul is touched by far
By the down-and-dirty licks
Of a funky Blues guitar
And melancholy lyrics

Electric or acoustic,
Righteous players give it life,
And sing of being down and out
And hard times full of strife.

“If I didn’t have bad luck
I’d have no luck at all”

Faded love
One-sided love
Heartache and pain
Bein’ wronged
Doin’ wrong,
Cryin’ in the rain

Sins to atone
Gettin’ stoned
Drinkin’ to forget
All alone

Prayin’ God to show the way,
Prayin’ for a better day.

And when I’ve had too many beers
And cry with every song I hear
And every vocal punches in the gut,
The Blues has done its job,
There’s catharsis in each sob,
And I can look back on my life
And carry on.