April 17: How Come Blue

Any reason the Poem-A-Day can't be a song? Hum a swing piano blues:

How Come Blue?

How come Blue
sounds so pretty?
It just rolls
off my lips.
Not like green
curled with envy,
more like red as a kiss.

How come Blue
sounds so pretty
pulling soft
at my strings?
Buried gold
deep below me
whispers low,
softly sings.

How come Blue
sounds so pretty?
It just rolls
off my lips.
For I'm blue
for the moment
for the place
where we kissed.