This is my 14th poem called "Bues night"
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
great poem
Thank you. im glad you read it and like it.