Double Bayou — Image by kenne
. . . somewhere around the bend
Do you hear it?
see it coming,
coming,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.
Gently,
as on Kiko feet
coming,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.
Cat whispers
peacefully moving the trees
longing to be heard,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.
Is it real?
or only a Levon beat,
of the dark rhythm,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.
So soothing, so real,
a mesmerizing moon glow,
creating visions of hope,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.
Listen to dirt farmer stories
without them
life is pointless,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.
See it?
not if you don’t feel it,
linking the mind’s destination,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.
So, relax,
come with me,
catch the blues train,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.
Time’s wasting,
don’t hesitate,
opportunity is on the move,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.
If you feel it
you can see it
in your mind’s eye,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.
So, catch the blues train,
ride the drum beat’s edge,
see tomorrow’s vision,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.
Locomotion,
a blues riff ,
Coltrane changes,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.
Face to face with humanity,
going all the way
to the end of the track,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.
Forget the plans
of broken dreams,
seek only the truth,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.
Smokes rising
signaling a change,
if you are riding
the last train to Clarksville…
Turkey Scratch,
Memphis,
Chicago,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.
kenne
Becoming is Superior to Being 
Haunting imagry…
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. . . full moon on the Double Bayou, somewhere around the bend.
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