Still Swirling through My Mind

To live outside the law you must be honest

About having to be scrounging for your next meal

Look out kid, it’s something you did

Yes, indeed, you gotta serve somebody

There was something about you, baby, that I liked that was always too good for this world

I was thinking of a series of dreams

I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s pa no more

May you stay forever young

A lover for your life and nothing more

When I was down you just stood there grinning

Your warehouse eyes your Arabian drum

But nobody can sing the blues like blind Willie McTell

Call-girls in the doorway, giving me the eye

And someday maybe who knows baby I’ll come and be cryin’ to you

–Black Moleskine Commonplace Book, pages 186-187, May 2019

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