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 next to me

so nice and slow and full of sultry heat.

mmmm, 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 The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-07-12 at 08:32

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Esti D-G The PoetBay support member heart!
Wonderful poem! How I wish I was that guitar too!

Very impressive dream, indeed and such a blessing.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I like this, Kathy. It perfectly describes the relationship between a lot of the old blues guitarists and their instruments. Those guys caressed their guitars, coaxing sweet music out of them. Rock guitarists, on the other hand, usually beat their instruments into submission. You can hear the difference.

Damn never have I read a poem so beautifully replicate the blues (besides Langston Hughes of course) a fine poem a fine beat

Every body loves bb king

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Very good - playing singing - writing the blues! THE originator - IS - Sister Rosetta Tharpe! WAY WAY before - Jimmy Hendrix! Could she play they aquatic guitar! Check Rosetta Tharpe - out on YouTube, Kathy , you will SEE & HEAR , why I regard Sister The Grandmother of the aquatic blues. Worthy of a story-poem just of hear! I sat hear listening to her!
Ken :)