Tuesday, January 19, 2010

The Origin of Blues

In the deep, dark, dank
of a sweaty, swanky swamp
where the bodies roil and toil
day in and day out
the melancholy alto
of the creole saxophone
moves the bowels of a  party
to a good ol' foot stomp.
The wooden porch shakes and quakes
while the music rocks and rolls.

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