Just a single footlight
Just a single chair
A solitary figure
Sitting comfortably there,
Right ankle resting
On his left thigh
Guitar resting
Comfortably high
Mouth harp held
In its neck stand
Strings being plucked
By his right hand.
And he blasted out the blues
Rocking the night along
Some standard covers
And a self penned song.
Bringing all into his world
As he held us captive there
Power emanating from that
Single solitary chair.
The music stops, the figure smiles
Thanks all for their applause
And quietly and calmly
The Bluesman withdraws.
There’s just left behind
A single empty chair
A single footlight beam
Focused on it there
Roy Leo Lyons, local
blues singer/writer
and bird photographer
extraordinaire
On many a Sunday, he was a mobile barber
He played a guitar, a harmonica, and hair clippers
He drove 10 miles, delivering us clean cuts and music
People called him Bluesman; we just called him Mr. Wade
A friend of my dad, he always kept us cute, cut, and trimmed
Sightings of Bluesman on the internet brings sweet memories
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THIS BREATH I’M A TAKING
The whole wide world
awaits the sunrise
no one want to see the momentum end
maybe it’s for the last time
this old bluesman aught to know.
I’m finished howling at the moon
come on in babe sit down by me
listen to my melologic words
like the breeze rustling through the trees.
I’ll wrench at my guitar
cause it plays pretty like that
fits the wailin’
whilst the world is about to leave
and it ain’t coming back.
Only I know I’m goin’ down fast
this breath I’m a takin' ain’t gonna last.
© Harry J Horsman 2016
I knew I shouldn’t,
but despite the pain and hurt I still could
Like the Bluesman said…
“You got a bad way of doing me good”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
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