My Blues - A Poem by Moe

my blues ain't but a cryin soul

just breathin out my feel

a feel done shacked up in a hole

too tasty to conceal

both a cryin pain and pleasure

as these run hand in hand

it's a sick riff played at leisure

for birds that fly to land

a subtle drippin honey move

drippin way down to fame

it took one night to prove this groove

since then I ain't the same...

~Apollo