Heave my blues
Up in that dark sky
Trudge that ugly water
A bitter boiling roiling sleep
Soaking those tossing and turning sheets
Summer sweat panting
Drunk out of my mind
With loving you
Hot winds surround me
Chant those rusty water blues
Oxidize my fool heart
Battered, bruised
For loving you
Turn your mean face to that shadow
Of night’s betrayal star
And tell me when you will
Burn back to me
Hot winds surround me
My nerves
My wild nerves
Jumpin’ all night long
That aching bad blood
Intuition of the soul
Take my tired feet out on that dry
And dusty road
Slog beside the river
Hot winds surround me
Cyclone round the mountains
His hot ash words
Breathe the lonely road
Dust and gravel in my throat
Hot winds surrounds me
Each easy flame
Hubcap the need
Like there are no crossroads
Can’t flag a ride
A virus in my mind
Hot winds surround me
© Jilly’s 2016
Join Mish and the rest of the Pub crawlers over at dVerse for a bit of song writing on this Poetics Tuesday! Hard to write Mean Man Blues when you love and live with such a fine man as mine! Crawled into a low-down narrative soul for this one!
The imagery of that bad night with entangled sheet is great… love the way you have turned angst to lyric
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Just classic blues stuff! (Angst is hard for me – I don’t really feel it, but I love the music.)
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This is absolutely hypnotic..!!
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Dylanesque, Jilly. I can hear Zimmerman twang this one clearly. Great.
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Wow, I didn’t know he ever did blues. Cool!
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Great blues. This piece is sizzling!
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Thanks Linda!
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Shemekia Copeland, Bonnie Raitt, Beth Hart… no, wait! Big Mama Thornton on her meanest day! Mm mm! I see hands raised in the audience, waving the singer on, the band tough as tough can be. Play the blues! Great mean lines in this poem song.
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Such choices! After Big Mamma Thornton, can we just go ahead and bring the other three to the stage? Glad you know your blues divas!
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You can’t know jazz or rock without stepping into the blues and going under.
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I like it very much ~ This is my favorite part:
Chant those rusty water blues
Oxidize my fool heart
Battered, bruised
For loving you
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Thanks!
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Oh.. Lord yes..
a World of polar
opposite Loves as
Bad boy Bees gRow oN
delicate
FloWers
to save the
Land.. to
Win the
War..
hmm..
buzz iS
change iS
Happening..
as beta males
are now the
new
black
stripped
BuZzers
aS Love..
butT aT lEast
NatUre has a
sinCe noW
oF DrieduP
HumORs..
as Honey Desserts
leave Loves BEhind..;)
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Late to the reading this time — but oh Jilly you can sing a mean blues! 🙂
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Thank you! I always look forward to your comments. 🙂
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