Dolores

You laugh the way you do, head back in the heat, no desert frightens you, it proves what you say, these flowers still stay sweet, even without rain, you are like a worn shoe, brown and sixty three, no wind rocks your truth, you won’t blow away, like the autumn leaves, time enhances your sway, not just yellow and grey, poverty you turn to dreams, paintings explode hot Spring days, don't let the Uptown crew, disturb visions make it seem, they really love the Blues, know how you feel.