If You Meet The Blues On The Road.....

Meeting you again

On this wooden floor

Years of dust under my feet

Provoking me

Taunting

Laughing

Teasing me to chase you down unknown paths

The blues and my body are an illusion of stability

I keep meeting you Blues .... on this road

I'm going to have to kill you again .... just like the last time we met

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