Chicago Blues

The smoky Chicago hall
Filled with laughter
And sounds of forgetfulness,
Wails with the blues,
Pulses with every guitar strum,
It hummed and throbs.
Piano and sax,
Jazz and lonely bluesman,
Mixed to create a new sound
One that will change the world
One that will turn it around.
A man strolls
Along the sidewalk outside
Where broken amber bottles
Litter
Beer-smell all around.
The open door
Showcases the new sound
And the man hears it.
The man knows it.
He feels the Blues.
Inside the piano-player goes on,
The room is blue with smoke,
The singer croons
A sad worn-down tune,
The music leads the folks
This hot summer night in June,
Leads them home,
With the Blues.