My Nephew is an upcoming senior at West Point. He is also a talented musician.



He's Got His Blues Hat On

Blues calls his name
Top hat in place
Of a West point cap
Military's got his future
The blues has his soul

Black hat sharps and flats
White keys dance ying yang
Music is his sanctitude
Army has punched his ticket
To a place far from home.

Pain dances from his finger tips
Disguised by a blues melody
Familiar cords are a certainty
Cadet for a year and then
A certain uncertainty

And the hat calls his name
Calls his name
Calls his name




Poetry by Kee Zealy The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-08-08 at 18:59

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2013-08-19


countryfog
I should have said "his" country, but it is "our" world and my respect and gratitude no less due him.
2013-08-09


countryfog
Very nicely done. I'm not a musician but the Blues have often got me through a long and lonely night. My respect and gratitude to your nephew for his commitment to serve our country, and may he find all he might wish for in that future "certain uncertainty."
2013-08-09


Rob Graber
West Point and the blues: an interesting and unexpected juxtapositioning!
2013-08-09