Night Blues

 

It’s 10:00 pm
Sunday, full of rain.

 

John Lee Hooker
on the stereo
crying out from in
like me, for Maybelline.
Me, sitting here
picking at my wounds
slowly, like a good drink
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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