It’s the years, the time and the weather; it’s the surroundings, the people and the economy. The foreign policy and the local too.
It’s the job, the co-workers and the clients. It’s the body and the hair, the skin, the eyes and the makeup that hides it. It’s the earrings and the rings.
It’s the music, the TV and the books. The bank, the car, the restaurants. It’s the place where I go when nobody knows where I am. Is that place too.
It’s the blues…
