Wrote this after a day of listening to the blues; a hearty mix of Son House, Robert Johnson and others from that era. Don’t know exactly what to call this but thinking maybe it’s a song, sort of.
3 days down in my home,
You know that ramblin’ bone makin’ me want to roam.
3 days back in the city,
You know people here, they don’t have much pity.
Passing suits down in the street,
A good-hearted soul they want to beat.
Beat you down into the ground,
Take your money and head uptown.
Found me a good woman, she don’t mess around,
She won’t come to the city so I’m country bound.
If you’re headed my way flag me down,
And we’ll ride a forgotten highway straight into the sun.
RW Howell 