Bluesman Poems - Poems about Bluesman

...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 st......Read the rest...

...Once there was a TALL tale of a young "bluesman" who didn't play very well Robert was his name and playing the "Blues" was his game Hazel Hurst, Mississippi is where he is from A legend one day he would soon become But meanwhil......Read the rest...

...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.......Read the rest...

...IF YOU MOURN FOR ME, MOURN HAPPY He sat on the laminate floor reading poems he had written years ago He read them and asked himself did I really write these? He was surprised the poems were that......Read the rest...

...The Gospel according to The Bluesman Gianni watched the clouds move in Closed his window for the rain It was spring and that meant That it was gonna storm again He looked out at the street out......Read the rest...

...Bottom feeders flourish When the economy's a bust When bad times are the norm And good times turn to dust When neighborhoods go south it's sad But a sign of their demise Is when a b......Read the rest...

...Twenty two years had passed by She blinked, and a lifetime had passed She started this job as a lark She never thought it would last Two husbands and rehab were part of this bar The h......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...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)......Read the rest...