Blues Poem

I got no smile cause I’m down

I carry a horn to blow in all these streets

A solo riff out of my head

How could you ever know I feel

So high on life and feet and ass and legs and thighs

That I can rise and dance with all the stars

And I can eat the moon and laugh and I can cry

The dark caves of cities hungry streets

The tired faces dark and dreary bent

and all the death it dies

I let it die

I lift my horn and blow some sounds

some sound for kids to come

Some unborn sun

in darker streets than mine

Magicians carry wings so they can fly

Let’s blow a horn and love

Let’s get on it and ride

and laugh and dance and jive

Let’s shake the dead and let the downers die

The magic of the singers warms the earth

A song

A poem

Some paradise of mind

I got to smile now

I’m feeling good

The city street

The palace of my mind

- Jack Micheline