could it be
a kind of big band swing?
kin to the high exuberance
of jump and jive
freed from ol' yo heave ho
the day the ball and chain
that birthed your blues sank
deep in muddy water outta sight
leavin’ you prancin’ and dancin’
to the rhythm you write
a woman in love with livin’
hearin’ the truer tune
of the high harmonics
you dug to discover
hidden just above the bass line
sparklin’ like diamonds
sweat from the forehead
of every blues man before you

blues essence, mama
you got it!


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Jan Houston

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