HOUSE OF BLUES
MONDELATUM
Character actors? Like walking masks
the black ladies come in. They sift and
sit along their wall. On the oddly-lit
stage, a few chairs seem thrown about,
haphazardly, sit where you may, style.
The blues guys come out, a small crowd
makes a rumble. It's always the same,
nearly : the harmonica guy, 500 pounds,
perched on his stool; the natty bass guy,
coming from nowhere, and the guitar,
and the vocalist, each of them, brooding
and strangely dark, like slaves just pulled
from a southern well.
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A moment passes, a second of silence
and expectation, just before you know
it's about to break out. E-string capsules,
a A-line blown. There's a guy, I see too,
I guess on some drum thing, but with
brushes. Two hundred years of sorrow
start hymning; another world of dark
eddies and future blight.
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I'll just sit here and listen. Until I get
drunk enough to want to leave.
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