Untitled Poem
by Bobby Mitchell
 

Close your eyes

and you can almost feel the blues
wherever you are

not sad-eyed paying your dues blues
but hot greasy fatback blues
with lots of slide guitar

chicken wired roadhouse blues
making deals with the devil blues
crossroads blues
clarksdale, mississippi smack dab in the middle
   of highway 61 blues

they're everywhere
waiting to set you free

waiting to let you see

inside your soul
and letting go

letting it all be

they're life in a minor key
ready to show you the way

ready to blow you away

like buddy guy
jamming hard
in the electric sky church

waiting for armageddon time
here at the end of the line

with that burning down the house
red house son house doghouse
hellhound baying at the moon
electric refried chicken fried
hot licks fender amped redempt
and bound for glory too
exhilarating liberation
all around the nation

two ton claw hammer full of blues.

6-12-99