Blues Guitar

A revision of an older poem. The Blues, Jazz…there own kind of poetry. Perhaps I capture a bit here.

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Blues Guitar

It weeps and runs
like water,
flows over an old stone,

slides,
fills each crevice,

with cool
and smoke
and cool,

caresses
each jagged crack
and sings, and cries

and I the stone,
and I the stone.

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