Blue Song at Noon

Before reading this, please read its prequel

“Blue Song in Morning” on the last page of my poems list,

Blue Song at Noon

“Before you go, I have something to say. 

Before we go on the road we need another hit.

I think another Blues number would be the way.”

She complains that her happiness prevents her from writing Blues music:

“You know, we’ve talked, me and you.

How much I hate the Blues.”

“We’re professionals. We have to give it our best.

No matter how we feel personally

we need to fulfill every request.”

“Then perhaps, we shouldn’t write together any more.

I think you still have feelings…. from before.”

“You know Jack’s going to tell you

 that you have to complete this assignment..

He’s got contracts that have to be met.

Being his wife doesn’t…”

“I should never have let you talk him into this.

We’ll be done when it’s finished. No encores. 

Jack will have to tour on his own.

I won’t be tagging along anymore.”

and she touched her belly 

which was showing only slightly.

“Fine, if that’s how you feel

but remember, we’re a great team

and, we have a great deal.”

“I know that, but I think we should go our own ways.”

“Let’s leave it for now. I’ll see you tomorrow….same time?”

“Sure, but can we at least finish this one tomorrow?”

He never answered that question, he smiled and said goodbye.

He was distracted with something more menacing on his mind.