Between his tent and his horse
—a man divines his legacy
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
The Greatest Harp
My pen is like a blues riff,
not always on the note
I bend within the moment,
new feelings reach for hope
A eulogy remastered,
the fire that he fed
The Mojo dancing with the Muse,
Marine Band his to wed
My words to stretch and vibrate,
a blind man theirs to read
They move in tribute off the page,
Sonny’s orphaned reeds
My hand they cease to follow,
as letters wail and slide
While deep in South Chicago
—the greatest harp just died
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
‘Tribute To Sonny Boy Williamson 1’