Tuesday, May 17, 2005

The Blues Man

The man in the cool sunglasses,
Pulls at his Tiparillo.
Swigs his Bourbon.
And makes mellowness descend.
The blues man.
Like so many people walking around,
Tired, exhausted, searching.
Only this man,
In his sunglasses and enlightened demeanor
Knows the way of dealing.
Of beautiful expression.
To say it better for everyone else
And By seeking comfort in numbers,
Under the smoke screen of the bar.
Inside the personality,
Is soothed in his serene admission
Honesty is like the stubbed cigarette
Telling you to cease and desist
The strength in knowing
Someone else feels the same
The mass is shifted and borne.
By the collective shoulder.

5 Comments:

Blogger Manish Bhatt said...

Hmmm.. portrait of a blues singer, is it? And a beautiful one at that. Reminds me of SRV.

3:50 PM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

"honesty is the stubbed cigarette"

another one of those lines that we all wished we'd thought of. there is a smell of nicotine and a taste of bourbon about this one. love it.

5:14 PM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

oppps. forgot "like".sorry.

5:15 PM  
Blogger Liam Wilkinson said...

Completely agree with CJ - "honesty is like the stubbed cigarette" - gorgeous line.

5:12 PM  
Blogger YetzerHara said...

'The strength in knowing
Someone else feels the same'

whoa! you got me there.

1:26 PM  

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