I immersed myself in the blues today. It's funny how you start out planning on writing about one thing and it ends up another. I had no idea this was coming. This baby wanted to be birthed first i guess, such as it is.
To Lucille and BB King
Oh how I dream of being a guitar
A guitar in the hands of a fine man
A fine man who plays in a blues band
A blues guitar playing man
singin the blues down on burbon street
keepin that soulful sound, mixin with that shufflin beat
of the bass that's standin righ nex to me
so nice and slow and full of sultry heat.
hmmm, sing on baby, let me soothe you
with my sounds, cryin out for more of your touch
on my strings, up and down my neck.
I whiiiiine for you, baaaby, don't you stop.
Let me feeeel your sweat and I'll give you
what you want. I'm your sweet mama, Lucille.
Play on baby, play on me, play on me BB!
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2016-07-12 at 08:32
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