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Blues Don't Ask Permission - The King's Blues Club
Woke up late, the sky was gray
No sun, no plan, just another day
Fridge hums low like a lonesome drone
And every sound says boy you're on your own
I grabbed my coat and my old notebook
Didn't need no reason, didn't take no look
Just wandered out to let the silence talk
To find a bench where the blues might walk
Rain came down like a whispered breath
I lit a thought, but my match got wet
Park was quiet, soaked in gloom
Every puddle felt like a waiting tomb
I sat down slow, hands in tight
And blues just came like it had the right
Didn't ring the bell, didn't knock the gate
It just sat beside me, cold and straight
Blues don't ask permission, don't knock on my door
It just slides on the bench like it's been here before
Don't bring no flowers, don't offer no name
Just hums in my chest like it owns all my shame
People passed with umbrellas wide
I was just a shadow they walked beside
Their laughter echoed, but not for me
My smile's gone dusty, locked and key
I watched a leaf float down the drain
Felt like my heartbeat did the same
Then heard a sound, low, slow and raw
A stranger played blues on a ten cent draw
He never looked, just played his pain
Like he'd seen my ghost and knew its name
We sat in silence, cold and still
Both out of words, but feeling real
Blues don't ask permission, and don't send no sign
It just pulls up close and calls the pain mine
Don't wear no color, don't play it sweet
It just taps that rhythm with your tired heartbeat
When the rain moved on, I hit the street
But the blues, it kept just behind my
My breath
Like a song that won't admit defeat