"jukes" poems - Hello Poetry

Low lights and varnished wood places in memory, now long gone Tables looking like they might be sticky ashtrays emptied, stale tobacco air Places of memory, folded and put away in corners of my mind bars by lakes, downtown smalltown beers and jukes shots and bar puddles laughter and hair bell bottomed floors. Simple, to the point play pool, talk about fishing long gone days leaving me wishing.

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Aug 30, 2012

Aug 30, 2012 at 4:04 PM UTC

mark-albert

Bars from Back in the Day

Low lights and varnished wood places in memory, now long gone Tables looking like they might be sticky ashtrays emptied, stale tobacco air Places of memory, folded and put away in corners of my mind bars by lakes, downtown smalltown beers and jukes shots and bar puddles laughter and hair bell bottomed floors. Simple, to the point play pool, talk about fishing long gone days leaving me wishing.

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Robert Johnson went to the crossroads And fell down on his knees The wolf was howlin' at midnight McKinley Morganfield stirred the muddy waters Singing of hoochie ******* men and mojos Right back to Charlie Patton and Son House And Blind Lemon Jefferson too Men from the land of cotton, corn liquor and jukes Always travelling hard and hard driven Playing hard and hard living These men who became legends Who touched the deepest part of souls With their elemental music And they still do By Phil Roberts

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Apr 8, 2016

Apr 8, 2016 at 3:46 AM UTC

phil-roberts

ELEMENTAL MUSIC

Robert Johnson went to the crossroads And fell down on his knees The wolf was howlin' at midnight McKinley Morganfield stirred the muddy waters Singing of hoochie ******* men and mojos Right back to Charlie Patton and Son House And Blind Lemon Jefferson too Men from the land of cotton, corn liquor and jukes Always travelling hard and hard driven Playing hard and hard living These men who became legends Who touched the deepest part of souls With their elemental music And they still do By Phil Roberts

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Robert Johnson went to the crossroads And fell down on his knees The wolf was howlin' at midnight McKinley Morganfield stirred the muddy waters Singing of hoochie ******* men and mojos Right back to Charlie Patton and Son House And Blind Lemon Jefferson too Men from the land of cotton, corn liquor and jukes Always travelling hard and hard driven Playing hard and hard living These men who became legends Who touched the deepest part of souls With their elemental music And they still do By Phil Roberts

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Oct 29, 2015

Oct 29, 2015 at 3:33 PM UTC

phil-roberts

ELEMENTAL MUSIC

Robert Johnson went to the crossroads And fell down on his knees The wolf was howlin' at midnight McKinley Morganfield stirred the muddy waters Singing of hoochie ******* men and mojos Right back to Charlie Patton and Son House And Blind Lemon Jefferson too Men from the land of cotton, corn liquor and jukes Always travelling hard and hard driven Playing hard and hard living These men who became legends Who touched the deepest part of souls With their elemental music And they still do By Phil Roberts

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Robert Johnson went to the crossroads And fell down on his knees The wolf was howlin' at midnight McKinley Morganfield stirred the muddy waters Singing of hoochie ******* men and mojos Right back to Charlie Patton and Son House And Blind Lemon Jefferson too Men from the land of cotton, corn liquor and jukes Always travelling hard and hard driven Playing hard and hard living These men who became legends Who touched the deepest part of souls With their elemental music And they still do By Phil Roberts

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Feb 11, 2016

Feb 11, 2016 at 7:45 AM UTC

phil-roberts

ELEMENTAL MUSIC

Robert Johnson went to the crossroads And fell down on his knees The wolf was howlin' at midnight McKinley Morganfield stirred the muddy waters Singing of hoochie ******* men and mojos Right back to Charlie Patton and Son House And Blind Lemon Jefferson too Men from the land of cotton, corn liquor and jukes Always travelling hard and hard driven Playing hard and hard living These men who became legends Who touched the deepest part of souls With their elemental music And they still do By Phil Roberts

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