thank the lord for john lee hooker

I am listening to her,
rapt,
as usual,
but how else would I be,
as consumed as I am by that certain she,
and in the background,
The Best of Friends plays,
and I remember some of my best
and some of his best days;
his blues,
so much different than Coltrane's,
and so much starker
than my small gains
in life, a good bit of struggle,
a fair amount of strife,
and then consider the two tries of wife;
ah, no matter,
his playing strikes well
on that vinyl platter:
two strikes, not three,
John Lee and me,
perfect harmony.



June 5, 2009.

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