I love the blues

especially at night

you get that old blues guitar
and tear it up, just beat
hell out of it, turn it
every which way but loose,
just wreck the place, drink
all the whisky chase
all the white people off
yell & scream & hollar
holding on for dear life
yr eyeballs roll into the back of yr head
only the whites show, only God can
see you now, and he’s rolling dice
with the devil to see who gets to
take you home, you pop a string
roll down easy with a walking grinder
of a bass line and a steak bone
teasing with the high notes
of eternity

mark weber