Blues Through the Week

Here's a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CEeNcBC_mnM

Blues on Monday.
The cats run to me
for pieces of chicken,
and a little B.B. King.

Blues on Tuesday.
I look in the yard for
rubies, and all I find are
hard-boiled eggs.
Pagans hid them in the
grass during their
Eostre festival.

Blues on Wednesday.
Muddy watered coffee.
I ain't even getting out of
this bed.

Thursday's blues bring
rain and that old
Robert Johnson.
Damn the crossroads and
all those poison b*****s.
Grab Blind Lemon and help
him to the campfire.

Hey, Sonny Boy, get that
mouth harp out and start to
wailing.
Those fat frogs are hopping
around for them snakes at
the Friday barn dance.

Saturday is finally here.
Buddy Guy and
John Lee Hooker burning up
that devils note--the flat five.
You know you sold your soul.
Here comes Lightning.

Better take Sunday off, we need
some churching up.
Do some praying before we
all go to hell.

Author's Note

My recently published book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, and It's Just a Hop, Skip, and Jump to the Madhouse are available on Amazon.com

www.thomaswcase.com

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

That is some week, sir - full of music and names and a directive to keep goin' whatever because once done is just that! Could be right, could be wrong but whatever, music is a balm.. that calms. Smiled at your final stanza - humour touches the mind, intended or not!

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you so much. I appreciate you.

[emmajoygreen]

You inevitably make me think way beyond your words, sir.

[red93]

Fabulous again Thomas, you have hit a rich vein of form atm. As Dylan himself puts it - 'Nobody can sing the Blues like Blind Willie McTell'. Exceptional ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️