Strumming C a bit clumsily, wishing – well dreaming actually –
that this beast between my fingers was my new friend, Grover.
Dreamt in blue last night. Cobalt blue, all shiny and sleek.
Sang me the blues in shades of purple. Woke up greener today.
Made myself play between the lines, all the while fantasizing
about crystal blue skies… the scent of butter still between my fingers.