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Every song he sang contained the word darlin’ He had this cane, carved that told stories like him Twisted legs and vacant stare, he’d take much too long to say nothing much And I’d stifle my yawns try to smile back away like I had somewhere to go They called him “Blue” and it fit His far-away eyes remembering youth and strength and local fame Country rock royalty in a kingdom of coal miners and cowboys |
She was laughing when I answered the phone at some background joke then she shifted gears, feigned somberness as she delivered the news I was angry because she enjoyed it this mocked seriousness and I wondered what if he called me because she dropped her pipe and her heart revolted This is how it ends: Blue alone No smell of booze The sebaceous gel infused with morphine thick on his tongue did not care |