Charlie's Dive

By Michael

You can't explain the blues
You can only feel it 
When you play
You can learn the scales
practice them 
know them
be them
but it takes a true master to live them

I know of a place where
the smoke hangs low
and the barflies flick their 
ashes, drinking to better days
A lone man on a wooden pallet stage
Rusty guitar in his lap

And with a single note 
He has their attention 

Such power
Such finesse

Strings bending to the root
And you can only feel
This..is..music 

The old blues man beats his
passion into the rhythm 
and the bar is silent 
but intense and
sacred

You cannot teach the blues
No
You can only feel it 
When you play

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Copyright 2015 Michael
Published on Friday, May 15, 2015.     Filed under: "Poetry"

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  • TropicalSnowstorm On Monday, May 18, 2015, TropicalSnowstorm (1753)By person wrote:

    Fantastic piece! You really captured the feeling and mood well, and I appreciate the reverence to the subject of the Blues. Nice job! Ciao, T/S Scholar

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