Kurt Philip Behm

Blues Poem #24

Mojo Risin

 

I got this itch ...

 ain’t nowhere

to scratch

A store bought woman

 took

 all my cash

My mojo’s risin ...

  so I

got to go

The night train whistlin

 and calls

through the snow

That feelin stays with me ...

 freight car

dark and cold

But every new

waypoint

— my scratchin untold

 

(Listening To Robert Johnson: March, 2026)