Oregon City Blues

The Willamette, a youthful river, slick and deep,Reflecting neon signs that never sleep.Tonight, it holds the bar light’s fractured gleam,And pulls the current of a waking dream. Two old dudes riffing guitar and a harmonica wail,Notes twist like slipknot in a midnight gale.The bass drum thumps a heartbeat on the floor,While young and old lean [ ]