Indigo Girl
This indigo girl is staining me in a hue
A shade a little bit Darker Than Blue
Like a Curtis Mayfield tune
Leaving Impressions on my mind
And so I find, myself listening
To soul music in my ears from the old-school
The ring of restless moments of introspection
In a ballad's string section
Keeps me from freezing into a Statue of a Fool
Playing my harmonica to tap the sap of pain
Running through my blood, to my brain
A melody the same as a Junior Wells refrain
Because this girl is the avatar of confusion
Having me wade through Muddy Waters
Singing the blues, the colors of a contusion
No wonder why she favors the dark shades
Of the Carolina cash crop, picked by the slaves
So that I can dye in misery and grief
Swept away like a November leaf
This indigo girl is staining me in a hue
And I am the color she chose to imbue
JMC
11/24/06
(c) 2006
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