PLAY IT AGAIN

i am these  
blues
in this  
sweet dark --  
B flat  
with E string  
cupped and muffled  
and high sad  
note bent  
hard  
and lips  
soft and full  
against  
the mic  
and  
your  
good  
groan  
and god,  
so fuckin' deep  
it's almost  
a whisper  
and beautiful  
brown fingers  
tender,  
calloused  
on my  
poor soul  
that it might wail  
too  
in this  
bleak  
and lonely  
minute