Night Blues


It’s 10:00 pm

Sunday, full of rain

John Lee Hooker

on the stereo

crying out from in

like me for my Maybelline

sitting here

picking at my wounds

slowly like a good drunk

letting the taste of the day

drain away

slowly falling back

into the only thing

that is true, the night

and sleep

where better dreams of Maybelline

‘ll have to do.

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