The legend of Bobbie Jo
The bar room was noisy
When Bobbie Jo sat down,
Her stage was like a postage stamp
Her eyes creased in a frown.
Her T shirt was faded
Her jeans full of holes
But her face had a beauty
Neither young nor old.
She slung the strap of her guitar
Behind her slender neck,
Six silver strings to strum
Six Silken Strings to pluck.
The instrument was battered
In need of some repair
But the damage was cosmetic
The music *lived in there.
Her hands were not that beautiful
Red tipped, raw *****, and small
They looked almost masculine
The first chord was a *drawl.
Hooked up by a chord
To an electric amp,
She tuned her instrument a bit
And put on a clamp.
When she began strumming
Live music filled the place
The cowboys kept up with their noise
But a smile crept 'cross her face.
The chords crept into plucking
A Flamenco kind of riff
Spanish at its finest
The laughter seemed to drift...
Off into the distance
And the familiar chords
Of country western "Crazy"
Hit the ***** Tonkin' boards...
"I'm crazy for tryin'
And crazy for cryin'
I'm crazy for lovin' you..."
Her voice was melodious
But it was haunting, too
Much like Joni Mitchell
But with a country blue.
Then the chords got lively
In a folksy slang
"The Night They
Drove 'Ol Dixie Down..."
The walls of that place *rang!
Baez could do no better!
The music did its thing...
Boy! That girl could play that box!
Man! That girl could SING !!!
The place was deadly silent
When she sang a blue
And it was a stompin'
When the beat picked up its tune!
It got to be midnight
The middle of the night
She had taken not one break!
The music? OUTA SIGHT !!!
It got to be 2AM
She still kept up her strum!
And the cowpokes
were tired clappin'
By the time the night was done.
When it was finally over
She picked up her case
The owner came over
A strange look on his face.
He said to her, "Young lady,
You made a helluva night...
The best sales here ever
And there was not one fight!
I want you on here permanent
Could you do that, please?
I'll give you $500 bucks a night
And I'll help you release
A country music album
You've written your own stuff...
I'll help you release it.
It's way good enough...
She said, "That's okay my friend,
I made $500 there
They piled the money in all night
It's right inside my jar...
So I'd best be goin'
The Greyhound leaves at five...
I'm headed for Nashville
I think I will survive.
Just remember me some later on
When you hear my songs
You can say I played here
And the music was real strong."
He gave her a wry smile
And he said, "You bet..."
He would sure remember
How could he forget?
She had to turn some cowboys down
When they kinda came on strong
She had a big ol' bus to catch
So she left alone...
No one ever saw Bobbie Jo again
But later on they heard
Her bus had an accident.
Killed everyone aboard.
But her legend still lives on
Where her music rang
The cowpokes swear
her ghost still plays...
Everywhere she sang.
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A looong poem! Thanks for reading
it all... for a guitar playing friend.