he just kept playin’ and blowin’ his blue notes
into the echos of his emptiness
hitting notes of all our
emptiness
as we listened to our heart strings
and our matter of factness
being pulled back
we would forget what time it was
cause it stopped mattering
as his belly blew the melancholy
reaching right through us
reaching deep into us
reaching each other
as he took us
all the way home
© 2010
The Juice Bar 
I love this foto VC 🙂
This poem, like the blues musician-magician, held me back as I took it in, forgot the time and remembered the connection
Lovely poem – didn’t need a photograph, but the one you’ve given is stunning. The black and white gave it the perfect aura-setting.
Thanks Cindy ! 🙂
Really like this 😉
Thank you VC!! 🙂
Lisa, now you’ve added poetry musician to your ever expanding litany of creative endeavors. This just wonderful, the language and rhythm set my feet a tap, tap, tappin’. I also loved the visual look of the poem on the page. Keep on keeping on because you’re something else.
Roz, you are a jazz poet….& I can dig it!! Thanks honey! 🙂
http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/2010/08/25/thursday-poets-rally-week-27-august-26-sept-1-2010/
I am looking for poets to join the Rally week 27, I would be thrilled if you come this week again.
I value your talent.
let me know,
otherwise, ignore.
http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/2010/08/26/happy-birthday-2-lisa-plus-happy-belated/
a butterfly award for you.
😉