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)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
Offline) - Published: March 8th, 2026 13:32
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May that itch be scratched my friend
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