This poem was inspired by a night of blues at the fabulous Fetes des Fourvieres at the Roman Amphitheatre in Lyon. So it’s dedicated to Emma, reader, blogger and friend, who encouraged me to spend that glorious summer evening there with her.
Over You Blues
I’m gonna leave this town and take my mailbox too.
I’m gonna leave this goddam town and take my mailbox too.
So when I leave this fake old town what are you gonna do?
With my mailbox all mine no more of your excuses will do.
When my mailbox is all mine your wrong address excuses won’t do.
I’ll keep my mailbox all to myself no more excuses from you!
I’m so over you now even though you done me wrong.
I’m over and out with you now ‘cos you done me so wrong
I’m so over you now… Don’t know why I’m writing…
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