Vagabonds: Anthology of the Mad Ones Vagabonds Vol. 3 | Página 15

you made love to the blues,
you smoked and toked and dropped
and shot up the blues,
you moved to the blues,
you bopped up the San Francisco hills
like BB King was playing the soundtrack.
You would do anything for your music,
but you were such a purist, it just had to be
the blues, even in prison,
you formed your own blues band,
you never ever gave up on the blues.
And who knows, maybe there is a forever,
and maybe you are there and maybe you
are playing the blues harp in the band,
sighing through all the rapt souls, and
maybe, if I ever make it there, you will
remember me, and you’ll play that song
again, the one that made me believe,
I must be in love, even now, whenever
I catch the scent of Patchouli,
I look for you.
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