More and more, I find myself waking early in the morning. Four AM; geezer time.
Time to be alone in the world. Time to remember dead friends and lost loves. Time to consider what went wrong and right and how I came to be here. Time to remember the scars of war and peace.
Time for the blues:
"Nobody loves me but my mother, and she could be jiving too."
"Nobody loves you when your down and out."
"My brother's in Korea and my sister's down in New Orleans."
"The thrill is gone."
Time to write and think.
Geezer time. All that's left. All the time in my world.
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
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