That was my way of leading up to two literary blues, which
are meant as songs without condition.
The first is "The Sometime Dancer Blues."
"When the lights go on uptown, why do you feel so low, honey?
Why do you feel so low down?
When the piano and the trombone start,
why do you feel so blue, honey, like a rubber glove
had reached in for your heart?
Oh, when the dancers take the floor,
why don't you step on out, honey?
Why won't you step out with them anymore?
The stars are gone, and the night
is dark, except for the radium, honey,
that glows in the hands of the bedside clock--
the little hands that go around and around,
oh, as silently as time, honey, without a sound,
without a sound."