Blue Note in the Night

[couchgrouch]

Blue Note in the NightI sit down by the riverthinking what we could've hadthe yellow glow of a lanternshining on my notepadsomehow the air just gets hotter,and the rhythm of the watermoves my shaking pen to writeand ev'ry jug I drink,fills my empty heart with inkfor my blue note in the nightyour passion's like this rivercrooked and dark with smokeand the wind cries with hound dogsand hoot owls in hollow oakssomewhere church bells are ringing,and a midnight choir is singinga few miles down the riversideour love is like their sad song,it faded till it was gonelike a blue note in the nighthanging plants sway on our old porchas I pin my crumpled note to your doorI'll catch the morning ferryand sail away on regretthe ferry driver knows your secretsthings his eyes have always saidbut now I know what you're hiding,honey, I read the writinglast night in the cold moonlightour window framed two silouhettes,some shadow watching you undresswas like a blue note in the notefate wrote me a blue note in the nighta blue note in the night(c)2004 Robert George