Seein' double in the rain
with yer hat in yer hand
not happy
unhappy
just
tired
tonight
staggerin'
like a wounded man from
a darkened doorway
yellin'
"c'mon you wimmins n' do
that jitterbug swing".
Not blue
or unblue
just
gone
to N'awlins or somewhere else
wonderin'
why the road's so dark
so still
down there
where it curves
by the tracks
and ghosts
of lonesome whistles
and people long gone
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