Riley

< Mamai



This joy, Riley, can only be in the Delta.
Do you remember? Let the guitar is simple and canvas pants,
burns sunset behind the fence of your slums,
you play "Mississippi Blues", sold-out, would have,
on the lawn all white teeth, all the fun as children,
golden cloud in the light of hard, shaggy,
Sunday ends in a field at dawn to go,
nothing else will not work this summer,
either Chicago or Memphis, but unless this is the case?
No, the house is waiting for you for a long time in March,
night short breaks out furiously fireworks,
kiss remain on very heavy eyelids,
Do not you know that you have the soundtrack century,
your whole world - guitar, Martha, rattling tractor,
no records do not dream, no radio, no contracts,
shortness of breath or not, no diabetes or cataracts ...
Blues soars over the field, take, say, all, wield!
This joy, Riley will remain only in the Delta.

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