All lyrics have been written by me This is all poetry that came out of one of the books I’ve written, His-story of Me Taking him from the third chapter, my reflections.

Slow, dusty Chicago blues in a dim club; male vocals with a weary growl. Clean tube amp guitar plays a spacious, late-night shuffle, upright bass walks soft, brushed snare drags behind the beat. Harmonica answers vocal phrases, organ swells in the chorus. Dynamics stay low and smoldering, with a stripped-back bridge that lets the vocal crack on the key lines before the band eases back in., chicago blues, slow
