The lady waits to sing the blues


Like a flower waiting to bloom
In a vase of a darkened room
By the window opened to the twilight shade
In old New Orleans of the jazz parade
Thinking about the way she pays her dues
The lady waits to sing the blues

Like a desert waiting for the rain
Like a traveller waiting for the train
I yearn for the sound of thunder and hope
That the slow song will help me cope
With this heavy load that won't lift
Even as they tell me that I have a gift

My poor heart It's been so dark
Since the band went to sleep in the park
I put fresh ice cubes in a cool drink
Wondering what happened in the big pink
And the fullness of nuances lying between
The sitar strings and the village green

My hi-fi is waiting for a new tune
On the desk with all my papers strewn
Full of thoughts for things yet to be made
Passing the days like a long charade
While the mind searches madly for clues
The lady waits to sing the blues

Lucignano 3 4 2007

Italics = Quotes from the Song "Turn Me On" by Norah Jones