Couldn’t be a blues
You sucked the muscle
right out of its shell
I roll a die across the street
down at this corner when the sidewalk collapses
traces of bleu bruise
their skin was so brown it couldn’t been disease
this must be a higher call
we dispense discounts based on
the hour
of day you walk out of
here
no complaints this place had no cash
I think I forgot my home number
no one wrote statutes that must have been numbered
nobody knows that name
the even day hangs on too long
you can really smell the butter
we do smell and drink our fill
she has a boyfriend, just now.