Ode to Blues

I’ve heard your heart beating like the ghost of a bluesman
stomping his foot on Heaven’s floorboards
to the rhythm of songs that never made it out of prison
let alone to wax

I’ve heard your lightning crying under the thunder of electric slide-guitars
as loud as a thousand muscle cars, revving their engines
and burning the rubber from your rage
off your page and into me

I’ve heard your spirit crumble over major chords played off beat and out of tune
Oh, I’ve never heard heartbreak as sweet as yours

J. Edward Leonard has his hands in everything right now. You can find him everywhere.

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