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If I had my way I'd go to see Buddy Guy play guitar

but he ain't playing no gigs at my favorite bar

got some whiskey drinking blues

damn, if I ain't still paying my dues

got caught in the storm

as I head back to the shotgun shack at least it is warm

so, I enjoyed the rain
though passing

with my pain
it lingers
and took a big bite of my brain  
where Main intersects Hi-way #34

I hear the thunder and the roar

broken down storefront with dead neon night

a car speeds to make the light

hits a puddle near the sidewalk

interrupts my inner talk

and water splashes up on my shoes

this adds to the grays and the blues

with more water up to my face

I guess I know my place

better pick up my pace

thankfully this day is almost done
New Jersey and I wonder what will become of Autumn

I hope these commuters find meaning in the ashes to ashes, and the dust to dust

because, I have little patience for them anymore, and even less trust