Entrancing Blues
Entrancing Blues
Mellowed tones fill the room
as an artist croons her Blues
A broken cadence of rhythmic magic
that seeps into the soul
It’s the blues, Man
It’s New Orleans
Home-grown
Spirit filled
Chasing
the blues
kinda
Blues
Soft lights cast silent shadows
with an atmospheric hush
Each note slipping through
and joining with your pulse
It’s the blues, Mam
It’s New Orleans
Home-grown
Spirit filled
Chasing
the blues
kinda
Blues
Loss of clarity over and done
Stifled by sweet pleasure
Rhythm and soothing verse
are Louisiana’s treasures
It’s the Blues, friends
It’s New Orleans
Home-grown
Spirit filled
Chasing
the blues
kinda
Blues
Written for: Chasing Away the Blues
2/01/13
Copyright © Debra Squyres | Year Posted 2013
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