In the II IV VII
by Michael Doyle

In the I IV VII
I just might play
My way to blues heaven
But I wouldn’t want to really say.

It’s just another moment in this day
Troubles found and troubles gone
No real matter to how it’s drawn
I get the blues just about every day
When my guitar begins to cry and play

Curved in circles inside my mind
Unsure of what I hope to find
The questions asked come on loud
One too many seems a crowd

But when the timing is right
I dig in deep into the night
Letting the strings sing their song
Every note where it belongs

In the I IV VII
I just might play
My way to blues heaven
But I wouldn’t want to really say.

It’s just another moment in this day
Troubles found and troubles gone
No real matter to how it’s drawn
I get the blues just about every day
When my guitar begins to cry and play

The crossroads take my soul
Living life in its groove of slow roll
Tumbling dice fall as they will
Losing their way into their chill

Tomorrow seems just another day
When there’s nothing left to say
But the feeling burns a sting so hot
In things better left to be forgot

Sitting there in a room full of memory
Slidiing tones a bit incendiary
As these etch inside my lost mind
Who am I fooling in the notes iI find

In the I IV VII
I just might play
My way to blues heaven
But I wouldn’t want to really say.

It’s just another moment in this day
Troubles found and troubles gone
No real matter to how it’s drawn
I get the blues just about every day
When my guitar begins to cry and play

(c) June 6, 2022 Michael Doyle
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