Wherever I’ve stood.
Buttershaw, New Orleans, Basildon.
I’ve always looked for the people
who knew truths. Not Gods, but folk
who could tell the story of the Blues.
I could speak of theirs and mine.
But over time, I’ve reached a point
where history only informs. It’s how
and what we do next that matters.
When we turn from blue to gold, perhaps.
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