This one is for all the blues lovers out there.
12 Bars of Blues
Have you ever heard blues from the pit of its mother’s soul,
Her muscles wailed indigo notes,
A steady ocean erupting from her throat
Washing over bitten lips, and torn skin.
Life just seems so thin when the only thing keeping you together is a colour,
Beautiful in the sky, and blessing in the water
But so big it was chosen to fill the heaviest of emotions.
Have you ever heard blues sweat from the pores of its father,
Oozing out of lash-cracks, they told me blood was supposed to be red,
read the notes like you’ve never seen before from his back,
This record didn’t need a phonograph to be played,
The needle was his heart, his mouth the resonator
Just hear him play as whips carve new songs into his bones.
Will we ever know blues like this again?
The first day someone says something to you,
And you are old enough to understand the under tone of those words,
Will you go back to Billie Holiday and ask her to show you strength,
Will you move to New Orleans and find comfort with the Rising Sun,
Or tell Ray that you know why he was Feeling Sad that day,
Will you pick up a paint brush and just play it away,
Telling yourself that the people who comment aimlessly,
Have never felt a soul pass right through them,
And left a bad taste in their mouth.
Just promise me one thing,
Tell me that Texas Alexander will never be forgotten,
For ever remember those voices of worn souls in big fields,
Like sand paper in your gut,
Remember that it does not have to sound beautiful,
And maybe one day,
Your name will be written across 12 bars.