a blues riff

sits on a suitcase
held together
cracked leather belt
metal slide
plays street corner

cheap red wine
spilled on skid row
cracked concrete
wrapped in cardboard

hungry soup kitchen
lines too long
hard cot shelter
midnight starting to shake

it is god shed his grace on thee
but the nights are still cold
world still lonely
with the woman still gone

5 Responses to a blues riff

  1. paisley says:

    star-“spanked” -summer????? now that’s a vision……

    a very real visual here…

  2. Scot says:

    thanks made the correction 😦

  3. JO Janoski says:

    I can feel the road grit between my teeth and hear the music. Descriptively good.

  4. Julie says:

    This is so good. I have met this man. I love the suitcase held together, the cracked belt. All those excellent details make for a powerful poem.

  5. Srijan says:

    superb to say the least… short, but really expressive.

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