Lonesome Accusation

Some days she is still my muse, albeit far away and lost to me forever.  –JZ

“One is easily fooled by that which one loves” — Jean Baptiste Poquelin MOLIÈRE (1622-1673).

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And his arm it fell around her
As his hand it reached around
And she savored his sweet loving
And she watched the shade go down

It was a private accusation
No one heard her say
That the man she left behind her
Was two thousand miles away

Lonely boy pick up that cellphone
And play that blues harp loud
And find yourself a lady
And dance right through the clouds

There was a lonely girl from Humble
With a smile all sweet with pain
And she never stopped to wonder
If she’d see him again

It was a private anticipation
No one heard her say
That man that she was looking for
Was only twenty streets away

And the record just kept playing
As she came walking in
And he never stopped to wonder
If he’d see her again

And the lesson of this story
Is it’s easier said than done
To look at what you’ve been through
And to see what you’ve become

Lonely boy pick up that cellphone
And play that blues harp loud
And find yourself a lady
And dance right through the clouds

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