My thoughts

Rhythm and Blues

 

He, too, sings the Rhythm and Blues

The brother with the clarinet clasping in his lips

Untold melodies, and spirituals

Flowing from the crater of his incensed soul

Sounds emanating from his instrument

That of joy, pain and sorrow

Singing the blues of Yesterday to Virgin ears of today.

 

She, too, sings the Rhythm and Blues

Her voice a hegemony as she cradles the microphone

Giving life to raw emotions such as grief and outrage

She’s God because she can condemn but also heal.

A mother of the Rhythm and Mistress of the Blues

Sounds emanating from her voice

From the chasm of her guts to the beatings of her well-worn heart

Short and sweet, brisk and loud

A Novocain to the eardrums of a distressed listener

Singing the blues of Yesterday to Virgin ears of today.

 

 

*Legends Lester Young and Billie  Holiday*

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