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The old blues, piped on the radio
From Memphis, filters down to me –
I’m not high — like some face
Or photograph I galleried
Many months ago. Big Mama
Thornton reaches out for me
With her sharp laughter tonight.
I have wandered far from home.
I want to smile, now — you know
I’ll send you my urgent SOS
2 or 3 minutes after shutdown
When the mainlines (you know) close.
[1972]
