Oh Blah Dee - July 17, 2025

Juanito’s radio plays deep

southern blues as he and Noe

attach a trellis to my new wall

on a broiling afternoon

moving nearer to me, I hear the

guitar’s emotion slide up and

down my spine as the shade sails

rise and fall on a hot sticky breeze

they seem to endure without

complaint, as if the woe

in the song is the voice

that cries for them

when the DJ cuts to a commercial

one of them shuffles to the transistor

and re-tunes to a Beatles’ tune

you may have heard

Oh blah dee, oh blah daa

life goes on . . . on

oh, how their life goes on . . .