Real or imagined,it was worth the trip

I have a hazy memory. Almost a dream
Of me on the Hound
Crossing the Mississippi
“Wooden Ships” meander
Through my fugue
Rolling on the sea
6 string on hand but
Tucked tight between my knees
And as I stirred
A man sat down
Who looked just like
Bobby Blue Bland
He asked about my ax
And as we spoke
Of travel and strings
I’d swear he cleared his throat

I use to ride the Hound back and forth from Arizona to Ohio often. It was always a strange and interesting journey. The reasons I’ll leave vague but my mind was always a mystery back then. I’m still drawn back to those technicolor memories, only to wonder how much was true.
Thanks for the music Bobby,and the conversation, real or imagined.