Intoxicated Blues – Poem

[Intoxicated Blues – Poem]

Dreary Blues

 

My skin lives by day and night

The moon often receives its pension for granted

The stars redeems my colored soul

Night and day compensates for paying rent

 

Rise up and Sing

 

Awaken, vision the river

Distance our past

Broken gutters, rusted box cars

A deterred reality

Into a virtual culture of blues

Ruptured by night

 

African Dance

 

Fling my arms

Wiggle my feet

Body movement

To the African drum beet

 

Bounce my head

Tap my feet

Snap my figures

To a passionate beat

 

Fondle that guitar

Peddle that piano

Blowing that horn

To the bee, bop rhythm

Of the harmonic drum

 

Eight Ball

 

High on the corner

Sippen 8 ball juice

Got me reminiscent

Of all the women I seduced

High on hog dreary blues

Talking all that jive

Sippen 8 ball juice

Got me thinking out loud

Oh my troubled mind

Got me praying

Got me drinking

The blues away

 

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