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Feb 2021
listening to the riff
within winter's rain
straining overture
for evening's pain
scuttling rhythms
strummed into melody
feeding feelings
to pleading words
recorded, undistorted
with smoke-stained hands

glass tube glides
against weary strings
exhuming faint-hued memories,
bled from moon drenched rivers
molasses eyes trapped
in cobalt melancholy
    play this heartache,
         (it won't take long)
     take this heartbreak,
         (it won't stay strong)
  till rolling thunder
            floods song with sleep
I was watching a documentary with three legendary electric guitar players.  When they played slide guitar, the blues welled up inside my Memphis heart. 💙
South City Lady
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South City Lady  F/Atlanta
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