When Rock Meets Blues

When I hear music, I fear no danger. I am invulnerable. I see no foe. I am related to the earliest times, and to the latest. - Thoreau

strummin' and pickin'

soulful, heartfelt, finger lickin'

joy and tears

youthful days morph into elderly years

spotlights and dark shades

close shaves and rusty blades

years and decades making immeasurable trades

rhythm and melody of time finds its groove and lingers

once flying, nimble, now arthritic fingers

tired, steppin' feet tappin'

outstretched neck bobbin' and flappin'

too big to fail

fillin' my ships sail

no matter

when rock meets blues

you don't ask questions

you just throw down and

let it wail

Author's Note

"If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away." - Thoreau