Greenhouse Blues

im sitting in Schmidts greenhouse 

With a cup of coffee in the heat

Of the hot house, thinking

Of my friends in grief 

Who have lost someone important

To them.

I’m sitting among the plants and flowers

Next to a “water feature” at an orange

Outdoor table and four orange chairs.

 
Waiting for happiness.

My friends are in heavy deep grief

And I am seeking happiness in a greenhouse?

If I had a harmonica (and someone who

Could play it) I could sing the

Greenhouse Blues.

– Small town boy 

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