Blues Poem #24

Mojo Risin

 

I got this itch …

 ain’t nowhere

to scratch

A store bought woman

 took

 all my cash

My mojo’s risin …

  so I

gotta go

The night train whistlin

 and calls

through the snow

That feelin stays with me …

 freight car

dark and cold

With every new

waypoint

— my scratchin untold

 

(Listening To Robert Johnson: March, 2026)

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