(Draft 2)
I descended over there
where back roads cross
I went down ’cause it’s
a scene of a double-cross
now I’m going where if I’d die
I’d be seen at the crossroads, seen
where famous blues are wailed. Hey
have sympathy for me if I’d say
there’ll be no blue moon tonight
No, I’m descending to
the crossroads
because I know
you sang so sweetly once,
riding to the crossroads
touching me a blue moon.
No, I’m descending to remember
’cause I know the crossroads are dark
— Douglas Gilbert