Honky Tonk In Cleveland, Ohio
It’s a jazz affair, drum crashes and coronet razzes.
The trombone pony neighs and the tuba jackass snorts.
The banjo tickles and titters too awful.
The chippies talk about the funnies in the papers.
The cartoonists weep in their beer.
Shop riveters talk with their feet
To the feet of floozies under the tables.
A quartet of white hopes mourn with interspersed snickers:
“I got the blues.
I got the blues.
I got the blues.”
And . . . as we said earlier:
The cartoonists weep in their beer. ~ Carl Sandburg
My love, my beautiful soul sister love,
I have been missing you and thinking of you so very often these days! As always, I find so much peace, joy, comfort and soul in your beautiful space here. Thank you for warming my bones with your light.
Big BIG hugs and I hope you are well, dear one,
Love endless. XOXO
Your words warm my heart. I am still here digging on your, always timely and relevant, musings. I promise that I am still here and I plan to spend more time blogging. You inspire me. Blessings, love and Namasté, Lydia