American Blues

The blues voice
seduces me
in and out of plucked strings

you don't need to sing
when you talk like him

Strips me down with his chopped words
howls and moans
smoky accent
awwlll you know me, late-night cowboy

At the end of the day

In the morning, I love you.
Noon, I adore you.
Dusk, I hate you.
Dark, I forget you.
At the end of the day, I love, I adore, and I no longer hate.
I forget my hate, and I remember you.