Play ItA Poem by Cherrie Palmerrock'n the blues
Never a need to check the sound.
This spot, acoustical bliss. A 'Muddy Waters' stage where, red hot lights glow. As rows of smoke mingle low. Bourbon and beer line the joint. Stale smells and kick'n sounds, slowly spill across the crowd. J.L. Hooker records play, “Boom Boom” rustic and loud. As a new breed get ready to set the stage. The scratchy record moans the blues. “I’m In The Mood” sings so low. The new crew is in the know. While patrons order one more round. The band decide against a hipster beat. Shaking out “Hard Times”. Cause some can still remember the day - his hands let the rift play. Technicolor fades to a haze. The second set burns like a fiery blaze. A Morrison and Hooker, style of "Rock with Me" croons. As dancers sway, singing "baby please don't go," and the smallest of harmonicas steal the show. The new kids have taken hold. © 2022 Cherrie PalmerAuthor's Note
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Added on February 14, 2019Last Updated on February 21, 2022 Tags: Music jazz AuthorCherrie PalmerSpringfield , MOAboutI am a published poet and love poetry. After a lifetime of country living, I'm making a move back to town. I find my surroundings a great inspiration to me. I also have two books on Amazon Kindle: .. more..Writing
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