Baby Blue

and when a clear mind won't navigate

blades randomly swift and call it checkmate

and when I'll let the river flow my corrupted rate

gracious brilliant, who'll investigate?

and a piano underneath the afternoon light seems to glum

looking for the finger who played while holding the rum

melodies were hummed as sweet as plum

underneath its cords was a broken bum

no one would devote and subdue

defamed thee and call it untrue

wasted tunes, never got its due

it's not that sad, it's just baby blue