COVID BLUES

This year, my mother died in a retirement home from COVID, and I got the dreadful COVID plague again in Texas. I was out of my mind, thinking that the two Texans who came to deliver propane for the RV were there to kill me like the two men in the 1940s black and white movie called THE KILLERS. I gave them a $10 tip after they were done with the propane, and they said, “Thank you, good sir, God bless!” in their quaint Texan accents. So out of all this confusion and misery, I wrote a blues song about...