Martin Challender Poet Rhyme

Nashville on my radio

It’s Thursday evening, almost nine
foot-tap, fiddle, and banjo time
with juke-box tales of love’s romance
the county jail, a second chance
for bourbon belles or backroad trucks
mail-box motels, living on luck
from one horse towns to city bars
acoustic sounds that drive guitars
harmonicas with prairie dust
Americana, steel mill rust
cornbread kitchen, joy, and sorrow
songs that long for bright tomorrows
it’s Nashville on my radio
Bob Harris and his Country Show!

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Jeanette Swan March 20, 2024 at 12:27 PM I like how you focus on that lovely moment, 'it's almost time...' Anticipation is half the experience. I can feel your enjoyment in the fast paced rhythm and list form. A happy poem. J :) Martin Challender March 21, 2024 at 1:17 AM Thanks for that! I really wanted that feelgood energy and rhythm, imagining my words set to country music.

Martin Challender February 16, 2024 at 1:34 AM For all UK lovers of Americana, Country, Bluegrass, Rockabilly etc, there's one special place to turn to, it's BBC Radio 2, Country Show with the legendary presenter "Whispering Bob Harris". This is my attempt at a tribute to Bob and his amazing Thursday evening radio show and some of the fabulous music played week in week out.