Baby Please Don’t Go

–For Tachi

When longing and loss
prey upon my mind
I grab a Bb harp
and sing Big Joe Williams’ words  in F.

“Oh Baby Please Don’t Go,”

I  imagine standing on a levy
along a forlorn stretch of the Mississippi
on a hot summer day.
The heat slows everything

“Oh Baby Please Don’t Go,”

down to a slow-motion crawl.
The lazy brown water
carries troubles and mirth
down to the sea.

“Baby please don’t go down to New Orleans,
You know I love you so.”

Take comfort in knowing
the water flows endlessly
though it’s never the same river twice.
Kon-pie!

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