The Blues

I rewrote this at least ten times....

Hit the bass and thumb the devil`s back

Or shift the chords ( but keep the standard bars )

Let your fingers dance up a dark sided guitar

To play the blue notes along a rail track

Don`t mess me up with a jazzy type seven

Get your bottleneck sliding up all so tough

If you want to feel hurt than play that blues stuff

And thank the Lord for a bad mooning heaven !

Reviews

[Tina Kline]

A perfectly written poem celebrating the blues! You did a wonderful job. I enjoyed this one a lot!

[emmajoy]

Don't re.write it ever again, it tastes as it should.. blues-y boozy heady stuff.. '.. let your fingers dance up a dark sided guitar ~ To play the blue notes along a rail track .. ' graphic action in that.

[Jeremy Baker]

A cold beer, some good friends (Sinatra, Sammy Davis Jnr, Satchemo) and I'm there. Very cool, very relaxed writing. Definitely a new favourite of mine!

[Claire Twinn]

You captured the lazy, late night, laid back blues feeling perfectly, I can feel my foot tapping to the beat....

[Ayvid N]

There's music for every mood. That's why man invented it and now even the heavens subscribe to it.

Lovely worded!

[Emily B]

blues was born in the south, full moon, spanish moss, the smell of jasmine and honeysuckle singing on the wind

it was born in the fields, in the city streets, it took root and

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around the world and back again, my favorite class in college was the history of jazz

[Ken Simm.]

As smooth as running up a fretless board. Funky to the nth. Late night as well and as warm as a thirty year single malt.

[Pete Langley]

I don`t know how to start this review, Les. I have a lot of guitar playing friends who`d give their eye teeth to see this! As only a words man, I can not do this full justice - only say that the poem is exempliary and funky. The word play I envy from first to last - and the music of the piece has no note out of place. Love it. P.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Wow can see a smoky jazz club somewhere in Soho. A really good testament to a wonderful art form Leslie.