Long form location

The Blues were
always
in the back
of my
mind. Waiting
for the
times when I
felt the
electric
sadness
that exists
under
Southern ground,
in the
Southern sky.
have you
noticed it?
the shock of
pain and
memory
that hangs
about us here.
we know
the devil is
lurking
waiting with
pitchfork
punishment,
know that
sin is just
next door,
or at home.
we know
salvation
is just
a gospel
song close,
a prayer
away.
the charge of
lightning
in the summer,
dancing
up above
in the
cathedral
of sky,
such blue sky...