Last Chance Blues (in Six Sentences)


It is the blues of bent note melodies that cry through tear gas of civil rights and civil wrongs. It is the blues of crossing a blood stained bridge from Selma to Montgomery. It is the blues of one more chance, the blues of truth, the ringing blues of I have a dream sang over the reflecting pool. It is the wind blowing blues from a balcony in Memphis. It is the blues of yesterday we all sing alone. It is the blues we all sing together.

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2 Responses to Last Chance Blues (in Six Sentences)

  1. ybonesy says:

    Loving the six sentence poems. Something liberating about that structure, like one can go free within six.

  2. nathan1313 says:

    This one’s inspired.

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