Remembering you and your ethereal voice:
You sang the blues infused with sorrow.
You sang the blues women know.
You sang of the willow weeping for you;
It wept and still weeps for me.
Like you, I greet each day with heartache;
When you crooned Good Morning Heartache,
Agony pulsed from my heart through my veins.
Your agony was eased by cocaine, heroin
And the company of unloving men.
Unloving lovers drugged you and dragged you down
Abandoned on a hospital deathbed downtown.
Uptown and downtown women sing the blues
Remembering you and your ethereal voice.