Grifter went . . . I’m stuck.
Beto there too . . . nope, I’m stuck.
El Paso . . . I’m fried.
I promise this is temporary. The Orange Barker’s carnival in El Paso just stymied me so that I am at a loss for words.
I am going to let others do the speaking for me on this Fri-ku.
Oh my gosh, I have a visitor who has something to add to help me out. It is the wise Memphis Earlene who has no patience for fools. I need to tread lightly. She is a great blues legend. Her take on this:
Drinking whiskey for breakfast feeling dazed and confused.
Woke up this morning with the Border Wall Blues.
Pockets full of empty. Head full of network news.
That jackass in the White House wants his Border Wall Blues.
Check her website at www.memphisearlene.com. She often shares her wisdom with Judith Podell, author of BLUES FOR BEGINNERS: STORIES AND OBSESSIONS, available as e-book on Amazon.
Music always soothes my soul. I thought it appropriate to include El Paso by Marty Robbins. Oops it is the story of a cowboy in love with a Mexican woman. Damn. Sometimes it just happens, I guess.