Well it’s blues in my house, from the roof to the ground,
Well it’s blus in my house, from the roof to the ground,
And it’s blues everywhere since my good women left town.
Blues in my mail-box, ’cause I cain’t get no mail,
Blues in my mail-box, ’cause I cain’t get no mail,
Says blues in my bread-box, ’cause my bread got stale.
Blues in my meal-barrel and there’s blues upon my shelf,
And there’s blues in my bed, ’cause I’m sleepin’ by myself.
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Norb Blei is a treasure, as much for his own writing as for his dissemination of others’ work. He has carved out a writer’s niche up in Wisconsin, not far from Chicago in miles, but as far as the sun is from the earth in terms of inspiration. The gravitas of his weight as writer and publisher pulls people in to his orbit from far distant places. Congratulations on bringing France into his orbit.
Joe Larkin