The BluesMan

The bluesman played in fourtime on a pedal steel guitar
A shot for every verse he knew
A fortune at the bar
He played his riff in fourtime on strings that made him bleed
And sang the words he didn’t feel
For drink he didn’t need

The bluesman played in fourtime and ran it out like silk
But looking over to the counter
Where they poured his rum and milk
He played his riff in fourtime, still pushing out the beat
And inching Molly Birbright
To the edges of her seat

The bluesman played in fourtime and sang the old time blues
Molly wondered why the audience
Were looking at their shoes
He played his riff in fourtime to a hundred glassy stares
And wiped the blood across his shirt
And saw that no one cares

The bluesman played in fourtime, but not a single swinging hip
Still Molly tapped the beat with him
And took another sip
He played his riff in fourtime and bruised that steel guitar
Then Molly bought him one more rum
In an empty downtown bar