The Greatest Harp

My pen is like a blues riff,

not always on the note


I bend within the moment,

new feelings reach for hope


A eulogy remastered,

the fire that he fed


The Mojo dancing with the Muse,

Marine Band his to wed


My words to stretch and vibrate,

a blind man theirs to read


They move in tribute off the page,

Sonny’s orphaned reeds


My hand they cease to follow,

as letters wail and slide


While deep in South Chicago

—the greatest harp just died


(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

‘Tribute To Sonny Boy Williamson 1’


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