Blues Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Used to see him
Grinnin’ and pickin’
Out his own tunes;
Spent most of his time
And money
Learning the rules;
Going to schools.
But somewhere along the line
He lost his ambition,
Buried the lessons;
Forgot the teachers.
Lives hand to mouth
Only plays the blues
Since he gave his soul away.
Some still stop for awhile
To listen;
Throw money in the hat.
But he’s gone.
Gone into his own world
Paying life’s dues;
It’s what he chooses.
They’re still together
Since they found one another;
A perfect pair
Going nowhere
Inside the world of booze,
Just him and his guitar
Playing the Blues.