American Soul Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Lights across the river
Blues from dens rich with pain
Pleasure numbs the lonely hearts
Searching for that refined door
Tenured in melodic Muddy Waters
Miles Davis on a trumpet of silk
Billy Holiday makes you want to cry
Cross that bridge where notes bend
Where church bells still ring
Southern hospitality on a slide guitar
Barbecues, lace, sweat, desire
Dreams as deep as forlorn immigrants
Chicago blues like working class dreams
Welcome to the belated souls
Welcome outsiders on a edge
Pound on your drums, your congas
Play those old Stratocaster Guitars
Play those fender and Gibson amps
Tonight we hear the American soul