I’m a blue note, 

a melancholy baby, 

a glass-half-empty kind of girl, 

the dissonant pitch, 

the flatted fifth

added to the major scale, 

a worried tone, 

always singing black on white, 

the negative 

in a dark room.

But still, 

a blue note 

brings the rain &

stormy weather, 

bends the sound, 

wets the ground, 

walks it down.

Some days have need 

of this. 

Some folks have need 

of someone 

to sit and hold 

the sorrow. 

No need 

to be sorry

for being 

a blue note.