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
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