Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Song of an Old Bluesman

I rode bulls and water-skied with Lightning Hopkins
(His women wore pistols around their waists)
I sang “Purple Rain” in an empty bar

Beneath the flash of blue and red lights
I’ve bent notes on a six string guitar
I’ve made the end of a bottleneck cry

I’ve done time in the caverns of my mind
I’ve faced the throne of death
And looked it in the eye

Long ago, I launched a kite into the sky
It was held up by a big wind and tugged at my hand
It ran out of string and I watched it go


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