Two For The Blues

Blues Poem #3

 

Living hard

the writing comes easy

 

Living easy

— the writing comes hard

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

 

 

 

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

His Mojo dancing with the Muse

Marine Band his to wed

My words to stretch and vibrate

a blind man his 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

— a harp long dead survives

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

‘Tribute To Sonny Boy Williamson 1’

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