Scot Young
It is the Last Verse That Nobody Knows Blues
from California
this land is singing
to the new York island
the blues
12 bar field hollers
ring from slave shack
blues
the smoke rises
in mississippi jukejoints
foot stomp
on the down beat
bend the e string
on pawn shop guitars
of bo didley boxes
shoeboxmade on a worn
shotgun porch
blues
the heat rises
cigarettes burn in neck strings
old blues is played
eyes closed with
black cat bones
on the edge of a swamp
with too many gators
in the no moon night
of the backdoor man
sneaking out
blues
part of a cc rider doin'
a free ride
it is king of the delta
blues man teaching us
slide on a flat top
blues
the fog rises
we hitch with woody
see san francisco wail
the blues
singing the taptaptap needle
on homeless sidewalks
singing the somebody's
little girl turned walking
the midnight sidewalk
wanna date
got some shit
blues
the sound rises
through the f holes
we walk the line
of ramshackle—
heat turned off
of absent fathers
moved out
moved on
of halfway houses
of safe houses
of crack houses
of a factory set up
to fail the huddled masses
w/o a house
blues
the flag raised
to the screaming
silent blues
of walter reed teaching
heroes how to walk
with new legs
it is the blues riff
of yearning to breathe free
it is grade school children
learning
God shed his grace on thee
for the first time
blues
it is the foot stomp
on the down beat
the taptaptap
slap on the cracked
guitar blues
when we are
still humming the tune
eyes closed
but have forgotten
the words
this land is singing
to the new York island
the blues
12 bar field hollers
ring from slave shack
blues
the smoke rises
in mississippi jukejoints
foot stomp
on the down beat
bend the e string
on pawn shop guitars
of bo didley boxes
shoeboxmade on a worn
shotgun porch
blues
the heat rises
cigarettes burn in neck strings
old blues is played
eyes closed with
black cat bones
on the edge of a swamp
with too many gators
in the no moon night
of the backdoor man
sneaking out
blues
part of a cc rider doin'
a free ride
it is king of the delta
blues man teaching us
slide on a flat top
blues
the fog rises
we hitch with woody
see san francisco wail
the blues
singing the taptaptap needle
on homeless sidewalks
singing the somebody's
little girl turned walking
the midnight sidewalk
wanna date
got some shit
blues
the sound rises
through the f holes
we walk the line
of ramshackle—
heat turned off
of absent fathers
moved out
moved on
of halfway houses
of safe houses
of crack houses
of a factory set up
to fail the huddled masses
w/o a house
blues
the flag raised
to the screaming
silent blues
of walter reed teaching
heroes how to walk
with new legs
it is the blues riff
of yearning to breathe free
it is grade school children
learning
God shed his grace on thee
for the first time
blues
it is the foot stomp
on the down beat
the taptaptap
slap on the cracked
guitar blues
when we are
still humming the tune
eyes closed
but have forgotten
the words
Photo--
"A cross roads store, bar, "juke joint," and gas station
in the cotton plantation area, Melrose, La."
Wolcott, Marion Post, 1910- photographer.
Library of Congress, Prints & Photographs Division,
FSA/OWI Collection, [reproduction number,
LC-DIG-fsac-1a34361]
"A cross roads store, bar, "juke joint," and gas station
in the cotton plantation area, Melrose, La."
Wolcott, Marion Post, 1910- photographer.
Library of Congress, Prints & Photographs Division,
FSA/OWI Collection, [reproduction number,
LC-DIG-fsac-1a34361]
