[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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