Weary Blues

"And far into the night he crooned that tune.
The stars went out and so did the moon.
The singer stopped playing and went to bed"

I picked this up watching some all too familiar, even tedious, American drama. Poor fools, they were never any good at it, but still. Then, amidst a dialogue desperately trying to be clever, these words were uttered, and with them a thunderbolt down my spine shook me to the core.

It was as if Langston Hughes had crossed the path of my weary soul, somehow, so many decades ago and just wrote it down ..

"While the Weary Blues echoed through his head.
He slept like a rock or a man that’s dead."

QED