HOUSE OF BLUES

Standing room only
In this house of blues,
Come in and join us,
If you like abuse.

The smiles have faded
And laughter has ceased,
Come, if so foolish,
Observe the mind’s beast.

I’d offer a chair,
But that cannot be,
The room overflows,
As you plainly see.

What brings them all here
To this house of blues …
Troubles, like colors,
In various hues.

You’ll find some are gray,
Or a dingy white,
But others are black,
For nothing is right.