there's no stars up in the sky...
and it is what it is, the blues...hard to kick funk. today that is where i'm at. not sure why. it just is. and you push through it, like a slow long traffic jam or a 15 hour shift, a stormy rainy day, the long visit at a grave...
too much time, not enough time... doesn't really matter. off i go into the night air with the radio playing low, looking for alleviation, a remedy to low.