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Thoughts on Willie Dixon
by Tony Whitaker
The blues
sighing of lost souls
piquing senses
washing away
stains of days
drying wetted thoughts
creating characters in
weeping strings and
the sorrowed slide
rising from the
sun-baked backs of
cotton filled memories
04/10/2007 Author's Note: No need to say how I feel about the blues...
"You men eat your dinner
Eat your pork and beans
I eat more chicken
Than any man ever seen, yeah, yeah"
Posted on 04/10/2007
Copyright © 2026 Tony Whitaker
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 04/11/07 at 12:36 AM heh...nice. i'm a bit more contemporary...zz top is my favorite blues band. |
| Posted by Anne Boulender on 04/11/07 at 12:57 AM thats like my all time favorite song, backdoor man. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/11/07 at 03:12 AM Well said, man. Very well said. |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 04/12/07 at 07:30 AM I heartily concur with Gabriel...aloha |
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