Bluesy River
It was a bluesy sound
comin’ in off the river,
a mournin’, woman-gone
sound, a saxophone’s quiver,
the midnight mist, mojo,
risin’ up off the river,
‘round about midnight
walkin’ down by the river,
bluesin’ ‘round midnight,
drinkin’ the blues,
those Bluesy river blues,
driftn’ down Bluesy river,
that lonely ‘ol moonshine river.
First published, Inside Apples, US and Europe
© 2012 Leland James
Diner Jump!
“Chrome, chrome, chrome,
boom-chicka-boom,”
Buddhist chants the diner.
“Whatcha want, Honey,
sweet-potato pie, coffee black?”
Don’t talk back, Oh my!
First published New Millennium Writers
© 2012 Leland James