THE FOREWORD BLUES
Wesli Court said I should write a book,
A bunch of blues-enough to fill a book,
And he'd design the cover. I said, "Look,
If you'll write half of them, then I will choose
A ball-point pen, a felt-tip-I will choose
To join you in a modicum of blues."
And that's the reason, Reader, we are here-
You, Wes and me-we three assembled here
Among these turning leaves yellow and sere.
We hope you'll think the words we write are fine,
Our writing bold and dark, but our wordage fine . . . ,
At least we hope you'll like the cover design.
Envoy Epilogue
Go, little book of sorrows, cares and woes,
But Wesli's gone. Where? Only goodness knows.
