Shadows

by Walter Rooks

Somewhere in New Orleans, a blues band is playing
A tune of life and love and loss for me; yeah playing.
In a clouded, crowded broken-down gem jamming-
Where Iím alone and sad and down on my luck.

In Harlem I canít sleep, my blues ainít gone,
Iím the same shadow of yesterday, bending todayís reality.
See mine ainít no love story and I canít tell it right.
But if you listen, somewhere in New Orleans a blues band is playing.


Shadows by Walter Rooks

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