Tristan Robert Lange

Mr. Bluesman

Somewhere,

Out there—

Beyond the machine—

The bluesman,

Ever can he be heard.

An undiscovered soul,

With grit in his growl

And pain in his howl;

No stranger in this town.

His mama raised this son—

Always the center of fun—

The blues shot out of the gun.

Mr. Technique shaped into soul—

Have a cigar, y’all—

With or without you,

Mr. Bluesman’s guitar-graced voice

Will forever melt gold!

First published on tristanrobertlange.com, August 26, 2026.

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