Woke up tired
Too much on the mind
Be this way
Act like that
This mind came to terms
The body reached it's limits
Things are not the same anymore
Why is it okay now
Told don't do this
That's bad for some reason
It gets you no where
All these made up rules
Why is one struggle more important

Just working trying to get paid
Made many moves
Over arguing with others
Feeding never satisfied egos
Avoiding all that drama
Not dealing with problems
Always providing solutions
Open to change others shut down
Learned to let go focus on new
Asking what's needed to be better
Room to grow most of all improve

My pen is like a blues riff,
not always on the note

I bend within the moment,
new feelings reach for hope

A eulogy remastered,
the fire that he fed

The Mojo dancing with the Muse,
Marine Band his to wed

My words to stretch and vibrate,
a blind man theirs to read

They move in tribute off the page,
Sonny’s orphaned reeds

My hand they cease to follow,
as letters wail and slide

While deep in South Chicago
—the greatest harp just died

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
‘Tribute To Sonny Boy Williamson 1’