Blues Man
2008 July 18
Poem written for Poefusion Prompt ‘Monday Mural’: picture by newjackrhyme artwork Guitar from Photobucket.
On the dark side of midnight,
The blues man strummed.
Acrid cigarette smoke,
Fuel.
Stale beer and a snort,
Inspiration.
The wisdom of his music,
Gone in the dawning of day.
The pain in his head,
In his overworked finger tips,
Molding the putty of his soul.
Until night returned,
Bringing life.
Copyright: 2008, Donald Harbour
Ooh, this is good. You’ve created a mood where one can come and listen to the music strummed in that room. I sit before him eagerly awaiting the new night. Thanks for stopping by Poefusion. Have a nice day. Hope to see you again soon.