A Blues Guitarist

[Magpie]

A guitarist
searches for the perfect blue note
behind a slapped raw rhythm
and syncopated shotgun blasts
inside the melancholy of glass
on steel.

second version

A blues guitarist
searches for the perfect blue note
behind an electric African rhythm
and syncopated shotgun blasts
amongst the melancholia of glass
on steel.


original version

A Blues Guitarist

The whole room shakes,
dancing in time
to a blues guitarist
sat on an old wooden stool,
feet stomping on an old wooden floor.

Rocking - in a trance
fiery fingers patrol the fretboard
while an electric rhythm hand slaps out
an African bassline

- punctuated
by the melancholic cries of glass on steel
and syncopated shotgun blasts
-- the clashing of frets.

Lost inside a hypnotic riff
nailed to a groove
he searches for that gorgeous
blue note.




first thing i've wrote in ages so bit rusty and any comments would be helpful, wonder if it's worth pursuing further, cheers