I’d like to come in from the rain
but will these blues ever let me be?
Every tear takes a turn on my window pane
and still you follow me
The dust crackles inside my radio
Now it won’t play nothing but the blues
Even the pop star lost her shadow
I had to sew mine to my shoes
She sang, “All my love, all my love is leaving me
Won’t somebody tell me where it goes?”
In my mother’s book fathers kill their sons
and somehow it fills the collection plate
While these fresco fig leaves hide our love
an angry heart can sing the blues all day
Last night I dreamed a strange haiku
‘Wind tossed kite, be free.
I held my breath for you. Now
give the knife to me.’
All my love is vanishing
Won’t somebody tell me where it goes?
credits
from Songs from a Stolen Guitar,
released May 20, 2022
All songs by Simon Joyner
Cowardly Traveller Music, BMI
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