His feet are planted in the blues.
With a whole lot of life in his face,
and scars on his guitar strings
he pours truth into beer bottles
back lighting bar dreams.
You can take a song from the street,
but you can’t take the street out of the music
when notes traffic every alley of pain
through a voice scuffed by tread marks.
In the dim light of bodies chasing escape
he sings solo to a choir too whisky throated
to trust the chorus.
He’s been where they are…He’s left where they’re going.
©Susie Clevenger 2020
Love your nod to the music! Knowing him would have been a total trip.
ReplyDeleteThis is like a blues song in itself Susie! I love every line but especially "he pours truth into beer bottles back lighting bar dreams" Sigh...simply straight from a dreamers heart!
ReplyDeleteYou've really touched the Blues in this - and I love the last line.
ReplyDeleteLast line is killer--I also like ".. scars on his guitar strings.." Great response to the pic, Susie.
ReplyDeleteHe's left, alright! Well done and musical. Love "notes traffic every alley of pain."
ReplyDeleteI like this, Susie. I don't know any bartenders except those I see on TV. Your write is sort of how I imagine they might be. Too I love "The Piano Player" song. One of my friends we moved away from to Katy, her son is a bartender in NYC, he does this will waiting for acting gigs. I suppose he is doing neither now, he might have come here for free room and board. I have no idea what he is like at the bar.
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Yep, that's howit usually ends up for pop gurus and their fans, I think.
ReplyDeleteHappy Susie Clevenger Day! ;-)