a deep summer song.

unsteady guitar slide refrain
low tide dreams made of glass
wood stained with the souls
of
songs long unheard
blues white washed tries
carry no echoes
where
whisky tears
watered down drinks
"sing me away
from the pain
dance me till
the death of night falls"
it's the empty glass
who remembers
a gibson's sweet song
a deaf man who
still carries the rhythm
first light
still dancing till
where has the music
gone
tomorrow is coming along
last sweet song

- jude