Blue Harmonica
A Patchwork Quilt bridging the gap between an image and a thousand words.
Harmonica Man
"He sits on a stool in a cold coffee diner,
The lines in his faced washed in blues and in grays,
Protesting a fate that no longer respects him,
That reckons his future in hours and days."
"Playing for folks that mostly ignore him,
Playing his songs for a lady long gone,
And it seems like what's left of a life stretched behind him,
Are the pain that he wears and a blues colored dawn."
"Harmonica Man won't you play me your blues,
Three parts bad whiskey and two parts a song,
I'll buy you some smokes and another cup of coffee,
'Cause the weather is cold in Maine and the nights are so long ...."
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