This is my 14th poem called "Bues night"

in #poetry6 years ago

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Blues night

Howlin Wolf is sitting and sweating
on the blues bar
Keeps the band's guitarist
which matches his guitar
with a cuff in the head

The music rolls out like
thunder over Södermalm
The wolf is filthy and drinking
the house to relax

He suddenly becomes bluish
and offers the women
150 kg of heavenly joy
before he goes out
backdoor

Lightnin Hopkins plays
in the tunnel rise
Composite of cocacola capsules
under the chopping shoes

Johnny Winter drinks long
drinks on the green hunter
Breaks a beer bottle and
playing bottleneck guitar
until the windows flow

Willie Dixon has ended
at Göta Källare by mistake
He takes his hat and walks when
the mature crowd prays
he plays the night has 1000
eyes

Blind Willie Johnson plays
for deaf ears on the plate

He lights an oil lamp
and waiting for salvation
with tears in the eyes

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great poem

Thank you. im glad you read it and like it.