Back in Nippon & some airport blues

Made it home OK. Tired and feeling rode hard, but otherwise fine. I had stopped in the airport and gathered up a few grossly overpriced refrigerator magnets which always ensures an enthusiastic welcome home.

I wrote the following sitting in the airport in San Diego waiting to fly to Tampa. Might be a bit rough around the edges, but I'm not real big on revisions. I feel that revising your work too much stifles your rise to mediocrity.

Bleats, out
Travelin' Ed

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Swirling Blue

Now that you know that I still love you
It's not something that I meant to do
But it slipped and it got to you
What can I do, girl?

I thought we could be friends and I tried
Keeping in the shadows all the time
keeping with the rhythm's tiny lies
Baby love doesn't have no pride

Don't worry darling, I'm a big boy
I know that your heart doesn't beat with mine
Don't worry darling, it's an old story
But I carry you with me like a fire

I don't remember why you had to go
I just remember that it hurt me so
How the bourbon whispered soft and low
"She's running away, boy"

"Catch her if you can", but I could not
Just stood there like a fool as you moved on
Slow and easy as a fog...
and then you were gone, girl

Don't worry darling, I'm a big boy
I think of you sometimes. It brings me a smile
Don't worry darling, it's an old story
I carry you with me like a fire

You cut me very deeply and I bled
Swirling in my blue the crimson red
Dripping down my fingers, from my hands
Guess that's how it ends, dear

I thought we could be friends and I tried
But you had another by your side
I was dying deep inside
My love doesn't have no pride

Don't worry darling, I'm a big boy
I know that your heart doesn't want to be mine
Don't worry darling, it's an old story
I carry you with me like a fire.

Ed
Lindbergh Field, San Diego