Back to the Friends and Family Poetry PageWhose blues came walking in
Old midnight shoes
Muttering in the wintry half-light,
Talking mad haikus
Stalking his shadow in the blackberry's doom
In this dog-roamed, sky-blessed, green grown place -
To jack a jumble of sounds from the tickling gloom
And carve the moon and shape the dusk
And conceive in the rhymer's room.
His blues came walking in
Old midnight shoes though he sang
Through the slip of time from
The twining, heart-deep grace.
Gary C. Dec. 1996
© Copyright 1996 Gary Colin
A Christmas gift
Hand written on the inside cover of
"Book of Blues"
by Jack Kerouac
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