Color Diary: Day 2

Why feelin’ down gotta be blue?

What man say that first?

Why ain’t the blue goin’ up?

We cranked them blues, fillin’ yellow pool halls with dancin’

and old men with slick women under red light.

Them old men know the black guitars ain’t weepin.’

They just hummin’ low.

And why don’t them bluebells ring

when grey wind blowin’ cross the fields?

Why them blue fish so quiet?

All we know is deep voices feel right

and night after playin,

bring warm mornin’ with sky same color as ripe apples.

--Mitchell Hegman