Maple at its best

[Art Deco]

HI TOMH - I liked this poem very much and full of clear and powerful imagery which I mostly understood, though like others I failed to grasp some lines. I certainly felt the heat of day ... some specifics below

Heavy boots creak weathered wood,
field and porch helpless to heat,
resigned fan slowly shakes its head. Great line - I have a ceiling fan that wobbles too!
Toiled trousers flop onto faded curtains,
fashioned as a throw on old wicker. Is wicker a chair?
The sympathetic chair nods twice, Such a descripive line - rocking chairs do indeed nod
swollen foot stays its rhythm.

Left fingers crook brown bottle neck, a beer bottle perhaps?
right rub mongrel ear then scruff.
Chilled sips close appreciative eyes
as dust track field breaths insect beat. "sings" or "chants" instead of "breaths" perhaps
Large hand wrap frets on worn maple
foot chock releases the rockers rhythm
and the Bluesman takes his cue.

Thank you for sharing