Blues Music

Listening to the Blues Slouched almost supine Next to special person, Her hand clasped in mine: Mississippi picking, Bottle neck used as a slide St James Infirmary playing, End of a long Blues ride. Now a mouth harp break Exhilaratingly raw, Finger picking guitar Carrying the music before. House rent music that Spread the world around. Borrowed, refined, adapted Into a multitude of sounds. Music to relax to that Seeps slowly, and with style, Down into the soul Satisfying all the while. Voices of gravel, Voices that moan and wail But voices of power to tell Some of life's varied tales. At times when I'm stressed, Or at times of despair, At times of great joy The Blues are always there. I first listened as a child, A period so long gone, But still my favored listen As my life speeds along. Now almost in my dotage, Slouched almost supine, Still listening to the Blues with A very special friend of mine.