Back behind Gianni's
There was no one to be found
The alleyway was quiet
You could not hear a sound
The frost had not yet burned off
The alleyway was wet
The deliveries had not been made
No one was moving yet
In the sky a rarity
Both sun and moon were out
But seen by just night creatures
Since no one was about
The back window to Gianni's
Opened to where Jim slept
There was garbage in the doorway
Since it had not yet been swept
The moon was getting lower
The sun just in the sky
The silence was then broken
By a blackbird flying by
The bird woke up the Bluesman
with his early morning call
And he watched the Bluesman set up
Perched up high upon a wall
The Bluesman had his guitar
Wiped some moisture off his crate
Another blackbird landed
A rat peeked out from a drain grate
The Bluesman started playing
Singing low, just barely heard
More animals were showing up
And they took in every word
His medicine beside him
In a flask, engraved "For Dad"
His voice was smooth and smoky
You could hear him, just a tad
More birds came for the concert
More rats, some squirrels too
No humans yet were moving
In the early morning dew
He sang as he was known too
To no one special, just the sky
Songs of revelation
Songs of watching people die
The small flock that had gathered
Watched The Bluesman, moved a bit
As he took sips from his medicine
Not a single song...a hit
The world was just now waking
But The Bluesman didn't care
He was doing what he always did
Singing softly to the air
Normally, the street would fill
As word would spread around
That the Bluesman was out playing
But, today...no one was found
The window to Gianni's
Let Jim lie in bed and dream
That he heard the Bluesman singing
In his room, on a sun beam
The birds all flew away at once
The was movement in behind
Life was coming to the street
Where at night the vermin dined
The Bluesman packed his kit up
Snuck away from the day light
To sleep and rest his weary bones
To venture forth again that night
The rats went to the sewers
The birds had flown away
The squirrels, they were also gone
And the street began it's day
Jim looked out his window
The alley empty, no one thee
Where while Jim thought he was dreaming
The Bluesman sang songs to the air
An early morning concert
Full of music, 'neath the sun
A concert heard by many
A concert just for one
Feb 11, 2017
Feb 11, 2017 at 4:46 PM UTC
Back behind Gianni's
There was no one to be found
The alleyway was quiet
You could not hear a sound
The frost had not yet burned off
The alleyway was wet
The deliveries had not been made
No one was moving yet
In the sky a rarity
Both sun and moon were out
But seen by just night creatures
Since no one was about
The back window to Gianni's
Opened to where Jim slept
There was garbage in the doorway
Since it had not yet been swept
The moon was getting lower
The sun just in the sky
The silence was then broken
By a blackbird flying by
The bird woke up the Bluesman
with his early morning call
And he watched the Bluesman set up
Perched up high upon a wall
The Bluesman had his guitar
Wiped some moisture off his crate
Another blackbird landed
A rat peeked out from a drain grate
The Bluesman started playing
Singing low, just barely heard
More animals were showing up
And they took in every word
His medicine beside him
In a flask, engraved "For Dad"
His voice was smooth and smoky
You could hear him, just a tad
More birds came for the concert
More rats, some squirrels too
No humans yet were moving
In the early morning dew
He sang as he was known too
To no one special, just the sky
Songs of revelation
Songs of watching people die
The small flock that had gathered
Watched The Bluesman, moved a bit
As he took sips from his medicine
Not a single song...a hit
The world was just now waking
But The Bluesman didn't care
He was doing what he always did
Singing softly to the air
Normally, the street would fill
As word would spread around
That the Bluesman was out playing
But, today...no one was found
The window to Gianni's
Let Jim lie in bed and dream
That he heard the Bluesman singing
In his room, on a sun beam
The birds all flew away at once
The was movement in behind
Life was coming to the street
Where at night the vermin dined
The Bluesman packed his kit up
Snuck away from the day light
To sleep and rest his weary bones
To venture forth again that night
The rats went to the sewers
The birds had flown away
The squirrels, they were also gone
And the street began it's day
Jim looked out his window
The alley empty, no one thee
Where while Jim thought he was dreaming
The Bluesman sang songs to the air
An early morning concert
Full of music, 'neath the sun
A concert heard by many
A concert just for one
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