honky-tonk piano

warm, rainy,

late afternoon~

playing a blues tune

never before heard

outside

mind of its maker.

first ‘A’ chord hit the air

like breaking glass in a chamber

floored with marble,

in a room

where once did dancing feet

make merry with scuffs and

shuffles.

honky-tonk piano,

late at night,

swift, cold breeze

driving mists

from dark hollows,

whence came

the blues.

vcp

— Victorclaude, Feb 06, 2010

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Country/Region: USA

Favorite Poets: Wallace Stevens, D. H. Lawrence, Charles Bukowski, Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Percy Bysshe Shelley, T. S. Eliot, E. E. Cummings, Emily Dickinson, William Butler Yeats, Pablo Neruda, Joni Mitchell, William Shakespeare, Basho, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Kelly Marie Hayner, Susan Wydville. D. Phillip Caron, Elizabeth Bishop.

Critiques

Kailashana

16 years 4 months ago

Morning Victor, your fine

Morning Victor, your fine blues poem reminded me of many of my older ones. This being one of my favourites, I hope you don't mind (I hope you don't mind) this dance. it was (2005) It was a moonlight serenade, a song in Blue hours in a honky-tonk bar raised up a notch, first class speed of light a hurley-gurley grind in a monkey-paw a min-u-et raucous when naked a tango in apricot, two glasses drinking each other's fine taste an aerial ballet for drunken spirits of Love |t was fine, a summer daffodil wine ~Anna

Victorclaude

16 years 4 months ago

Anna,

Gracias, Victor

ngaioBeck

16 years 3 months ago

Honky-Tonk

Thanks for the memories. Good stuff!