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blind man lemon
by Charlie Morganhe was the one that asked about Brooklyn;
i had no idea, nor cared. he did.
as he took the mist with him, i lit up,
giving my best Bogart impression, tilting
my fedora and smoke billows past my eye
into the brim and moves around the room
after it closes my other eye
and finally landing on the table, he's there
asking another Texan 'where is Brooklyn,'?
and this other guy's ruder than me. he turns
like what the guy requested was a Hennessy.
and the guy flew into a Mister Bojangles dance
exhorting that he'd could dance like Blind Man Lemon
played the guitar. knowing Blind Man Lemon, i clapped.
Miss Sarah's eye brows creaked up, scrutinizing
this white boy, the one that knew Blind Man Lemon.
fanned her face a few swipes, and chuckled,
the Blind Man Lemon that i knew was different.
he'd whisper sweet-nothin's in a woman's ear,
take her flight for a spin, carefully
holding her heart on her shirt sleeve.
and to me he's a good, old, black man.
who could play the blues, he lived them.
05/06/2008 Posted on 05/06/2008
Copyright © 2024 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michael Faraday on 05/06/08 at 08:54 PM awesome read. enjoyed it. m |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 05/07/08 at 05:51 AM Nothing makes for a good blues song like living the blues, that's for certain! We think we know, but we just don't know at all. I don't know where you come up with some of this; you're a piece of work, Morgan!!! |
| Posted by Rula Shin on 05/09/08 at 02:42 PM I really like this piece Charlie, you have managed to pull of a classic kind of charm with a wonderfully full, lively, and detailed glimpse into the "characters" of this scene. Very nicely done :-) |
| Posted by Rula Shin on 05/09/08 at 02:43 PM I meant "pull off" haha ;-) |
| Posted by Rusty C Arquette on 05/11/08 at 01:55 AM Rings of pulp fiction, a little Mickey Spilane, with a dose of rural southern culture spun in. You do have a way Chaz...sure it's not you with the Hennessey? (chuckle) - RCat |
| Posted by LK Barrett on 11/07/08 at 11:06 PM ...blind lemon sang, "see that my grave is kept clean," and now it is, those worthy Wortham ladies seemingly remember a sweet nothin' or two...thank you for remembering one of my favorites...lk |
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