Chicago Blues
Living at the brink of love
Losing myself in this free-fall of sultry blues
Forgetting all my Southern blues
Somehow I'm alive in this dream
Riding misty sound waves in a midnight Chicago juke joint,
Passion strums his guitar flawlessly and
Emotion fills the black paths of his riffs
Chords drift from one vibe to another
His chords don't deserve her
His face snarls with endless fervor
So convinced, he loves her
And who's to say he doesn't?
Sing!
As 40 ounces pound tables
And liquor-splashes signify good times
No rhyme, no reason
Dark shades cover his eyes,
Attempting to guard the heart of his singing,
But he still hears the drum beats' breathin'
You betta play!
I'm captivated in this moment
Surrounded by smiling faces yet lost in a world of my own
Seeing sexy saxophone stories blown through
laughing women blending with flirting men
Dangle your arms on me baby
And let the good blues carry us, carry us, keep us
In this dream,
Drunken yells compose background melodies
Like cuffs accompany felonies,
A deep massage of bass lines dance on delicate piano runs
It's instrumental
and welcomes anyone who dares to get swept
Music of the windy city sweeps me
Away from my reality
This is Blues in Chicago
Yes, it's my Chicago blues
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