I been traveling with the days from blue to grey,
my self merging with the days from blue to grey–
seems like colors all got lost, can’t find their way
Every day the subway rumbles past outside,
going uptown downtown rambles past outside–
filled with weary riders, got no place to hide
In the dawn sometimes I hear the robins sing,
waking up I listen, hear those robins sing—
between blues and greys they’re telling me it’s spring
I keep worrying each day from blue to grey,
breathing in and out the days from blue to grey–
like the colors, feeling lost, can’t find my way
The NaPoWriMo prompt for Day 15 is to “write a poem inspired by your favorite kind of music”. I like all kinds of music, but I think nearly all popular music today has its roots in the blues.
Art inspired by Matisse.