Justin Presson Poet Free verse

City Street Blues

salty blues
and Saturday’s news
begs the difference between
the candlelit alters
and the sunlit corners

where the timid mingle
with insane masses
of different classes
and intellectual
solace
is revealed in song

the rhythm of 
empty bucket drummers
sets the pace of the 
blind blues hummers
and the picking of eight
year old prodigies
of the jazz guitar

imitations of statues
from silver to copper
surprise the passersby
as the light reflects
in a down turned eye
to where the hungry
sit and cry

the money jingles in pockets
of consumers
and blends with the beat of 
air brake pauses
mixed with the cries of children
and the laughter of hookers
and the heartbeats
of peddlers
with maps to the stars

yes the blues is fluid
and flows in city streets
among the down and out
and the up on their luck
with those chasing the Jones’
and those making ends meet
the blues is like breathing
and refreshes in every breath
as the equality of rhythm
leads each to their death
and the beat goes
on and on

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