Her tattooed left sleeve flashing like sunlit cathedral glass
Her black hair whirling dervish slaps my face twice every pass
Her faceted earrings are stars in armatures of brass
Her pale green eyes have hooked me like a punk freebasing crack
Her music's in my bloodstream like the saxophone's attack
I'm prone to nasty habits when I hear The Bitch Is Back















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Perhaps it's merely my initial misreading of this first line that raised an eyebrow at the notion that the blues might have had at least three parental cultural influences, rather than the more-usual two. The blues wasn't concieved in a vacuum tube, nor as the result of biological intercourse. Perhaps its virtual DNA derived from the soil of souls from three continents; preventing analytical attribution to only one or the other of two.
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