Low Country

"one day you must leave us," he was cautioned as a boy- "to become a student in the city perchance you should return here a rich man or a priest" as autumn waltzed with winter the fields rose tall again that child, all but a man now frowned upon things outgrown and saddled father's mare the eastbound rail line led him down lurching thousand lonely miles into the jaws of metropolis where heaven diminished in a hazy, orange halo wary souls called to him dimly from cold brick roads and alleyways through the double-doors of old town tavern drawn in by distant strumming tunes- the buzz and hum of low country blues