No Christmas in April Blues [Blues Poem] Posted on September 6, 2022 by B Gourley The dust is risin' down that dirt road; someone is comin' my way fast. The dust is risin' down that dirt road; someone is comin' my way fast. Hope it's not the f#@kin' tax man. Maybe it's Santa Claus, at last. Share on Facebook, Twitter, Email, etc.PrintWhatsAppMoreShare on TumblrTweetEmailLike this:Like Loading... Related