This one goes out to Koko y'all. I remember writing this poem years ago after my mother properly introduced me to the blues thus causing me to fell in love with them. Blues is an original American art form and true American music. Born in the deep south and out of slavery, the sister to the negro spiritual, blues is now on the threshold of being taken from us and being intentionally re-evolved into another genre, catering to an entirely different group of people.
I’m in the Mood for Blues
Don’t jive me ’bout no country
or no heavy rockin’ tunes.
Today I want to cry a little,
I’m in the mood for blues.
Don’t want no pastel jazz
or pop with colored hues.
Today I need some somber soul,
I’m in the mood for blues.
A blue Monday fish fry
with a little gumbo too
and a screamin’ guitar player
to get you feeling blue.
Boy, talk about good times,
no songs touch minds like these.
When you’re singing from your soul
while cryin’ on your knees.
Forget a cab or city bus
I’d walk a hole in my shoes
to get to a good juke joint
where someone’s playin’ blues.
Round ’bout six up in the evening,
ain’t got no time for news.
I just bought me a new funk box
and I’m ’bout to play some blues.
So come on over and sit a while
and pay Mr. Pain your dues.
Just close your eyes and sway your head
and listen to my blues.
WYLD STYLZ
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