He, too, sings the Rhythm and Blues
The brother with the clarinet clasping in his lips
Untold melodies, and spirituals
Flowing from the crater of his incensed soul
Sounds emanating from his instrument
That of joy, pain and sorrow
Singing the blues of Yesterday to Virgin ears of today.
She, too, sings the Rhythm and Blues
Her voice a hegemony as she cradles the microphone
Giving life to raw emotions such as grief and outrage
She’s God because she can condemn but also heal.
A mother of the Rhythm and Mistress of the Blues
Sounds emanating from her voice
From the chasm of her guts to the beatings of her well-worn heart
Short and sweet, brisk and loud
A Novocain to the eardrums of a distressed listener
Singing the blues of Yesterday to Virgin ears of today.
*Legends Lester Young and Billie Holiday*
Categories: My thoughts, Poetry
My Journey 
So wonderful, accompanied by these photos. Well done!
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Thank you
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