John-Ward Leighton

A.M.

2:30 a.m.
and here come the blues again
a little Pink Floyd
to take me into the void
and whatever was to be done
has to be done again
Robert Johnson wants to be in
Sweet Home Chicago
but he is dead
and can’t go
my coffee sits neglected
my intellect has suddenly defected
while I get these lines down
before they go where good lines go
and then are quickly forgotten
as if they were verboten
never to surface again
and Joni sings
about the highway blues
and she just wants to live and have some raunchy love
but her man cannot hit the mark
‘cause she is just in that impossible part
and even with a quick fuck in the park
won’t be satisfied below or above
and I don’t know why or when
but here it comes
the down and dirty blues again
and somehow
there is no there,
there
in the early
a.m.