I'Ve Got The Blues For You Poem by JAMES T. ADAIR

Blue is my color
No mattter what I dream
No matter what I do
Everything turns blue

The Blues I play
The with passion
and all that remains of joy
Since I was a boy

Inspired by BB King
Robert Johnson, Buddy Guy and Etta James
Duane Allman, Santana, John Lee Hooker
and so many other great names

Wish I could play like Eric Clapton
Jimi Hendrix or Robert Cray
Howlin' Wolf, Albert Kine or Stevie Ray
and all the others that make me want to play

Bending those strings is my only true voice
It just happened, it wasn't my choice
writing is a new-found expression
but the Blues is my true confession

But in my heart..so true, you know, so true
All my dreams seemed to lead only to you
Something in my heart felt it in your way
in the things you didn't say, like a note of blue

People speak of a blue note
a note that can't be expressed on paper
but can only be felt in the heart
and of music, its the most touching part

so when you hear a bluesman play
think of it this way
you can't play the blues unless you've felt the blues
and I felt so much of you this way

I heard your unspoken heart in everything
you did and didn't say
and so sad and blue, I'm broken inside
that I pushed he very one I love away

It used to be when I felt sad
I had one friend who didn't turn away
I'd stay up well past midnight, unable to cry, or sleep
and my emotions would come out like tears as I would play

But lately my fingers have lost their dance
due to heartbreak, felt in visions of romance
that made it feel safe to put locked away dreams to chance
the very moment I felt your glance

Darling please understand, I didn't have to meet you to know.
The feeling came to me from the blue, just from you
I thought for a second perhaps I wasn't born to lose
and fashioned dreams that me you would somehow choose

The heart of a man is all he really has
and all a woman can ever hope to find
Good lovin' isn't in the sack
It's in the heart, the soul and the mind

I felt all of that and more in you
I would have swept up the broken pieces of yesterday
and would have kissed you in the rain
But my happiness feels like its going on down the steet; love in vain


© James T. Adair