Original digital realistic art entitled “Lady Blues” by: rob kistner © 7/27/23
S omewhere
between the creole shadow
of Basin Street 2nd line juju
and the hell-raised echo
of the hollered anguish
of Beal Street’s blues
in a phantom sanctum
on the creaked-wood
beer-stained slat floor
of a temple of brown whisky
and steel-lance escape
at the down and desperate
sorrowing hour of 3:00 am
they were all there together
crowded into my aching brain
to forget
when heaven cracked open a door
as the tears of loss fell
and hurtin’ broke souls moaned
a melancholy dream
smiled upon the players
those with the gift of music
and upon those
come just to huddle
in the smoky haze
and sour-sweet darkness
of human need and frailty
as the band played on
devils danced with angels
till dawn
and the demon-fire paused
for a raw
glorious night
as lady blues
sang of release
n’mornin’ light
Original digital watercolor:
“Practice” by: rob kistner © 7/27/23
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rob kistner © 7/27/23
Poetry at: dVerse
* NEXT: 2023 Grammy Award Winning “Song Of The Year”
I dedicate this to the memory of my son Aaron Robert Kistner