Crossroads Revisited
For Robert Johnson and Eric Clapton

Following that time worn trail
Crawling on my hands and knees
Pleading with the Lord above
“Save me if you please”

Arriving at the crossroads
I try to regain my feet
Wondering how I managed
To end up on this side of the street

Pulling myself up on the signpost
Trying hard to read the words
Ignoring the screeching taunts
Of those circling buzzard-birds

I call out for a friend
But no one seems to hear
Falling back to my knees
I’m swallowed by my tears

Run back to town now, boy
Go get my friend, Willie Brown
Tell him I’m still at the crossroads
And that I’m still sinking down.