Treasure Island

Dave Alan Walker

(Pudsey, Leeds)


He's just
Any old man
In any old bar
With a guitar

Then a drunk
Comes up and say's
Play us a barre

Every line on his face
Is a hook
For a book

Every crease in his neck
Is for the pain
He had to take

So he didn't care
About some young drunk
He just pulled up a chair

He started to play

People could do nothing but stare
At the sweet sound
Of misery and despair

As the bluesman played
The drunk fell to his knees
Tears of respect
Rolled down his face
As he felt the bluesmans fears

He took him to places he'd never been
He took him back
With the sweet sound of home
He took him
To where he had grown

His name
Was bluesman Jack

Submitted: Thursday, September 22, 2011
Edited: Sunday, October 23, 2011

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  • Andrew Bell (5/9/2012 8:46:00 PM)

    That's a great poem mate. I had a perfect scene playing in my head. Can you read mine if you get the time and let me know what you think? (Report) Reply

  • Karen Deeks (3/11/2012 11:56:00 AM)

    Beautiful spit and sawdust write of truth reality and those glorious blues.. I'm not a specific follower of any music style I appreciate all types but blues and vino seem the perfect company to enduce tears of respect and nostalgia..Thank you for sharing Karen :) (Report) Reply

  • Steven Ralph (12/12/2011 4:30:00 PM)

    Didn't The Who do a live album from Leeds? Love The Who. Pete's a great guitarist. And song writer. One of the best ever. 'S' (Report) Reply

  • (De Va) (11/7/2011 4:23:00 PM)

    Soul touching....I could hear the guitar as he strummed his tune...thx...blessings (Report) Reply

  • Jacqui Broad (10/8/2011 2:42:00 PM)

    Thanks for spending time to write this. The weather-beaten people always have a story to tell, but gets condemned too easily. Salute... (Report) Reply

  • Sumanta Roy (9/30/2011 12:41:00 PM)

    it is deep meaning poem, you express the hardship through the deep meaning word in your's nice. (Report) Reply

  • Adi Cox (9/28/2011 5:07:00 PM)

    I like where this poem comes from. Maybe the hardships in life can sometimes be good for people and I like how this poem suggests that the blues we feel is not wasted on us and may be a helpfull emotion that keeps us going forward. (Report) Reply

  • ... ... (9/28/2011 3:52:00 PM)

    I am so feeling the blues - man. I would pay to see Jack... front row ticket any time. (Report) Reply

  • Shadow Girl (9/28/2011 3:24:00 AM)

    Great imagery....words, music are powerful and can stir all emotion.
    Good write
    -SG (Report) Reply

  • Justin Moua (9/28/2011 3:18:00 AM)

    Wow your poem is like, idk. It's so meaningful. The way you made the guitar and music have such a deep a deep meaning is great. (Report) Reply

  • Tsira Gogeshvili (9/26/2011 5:37:00 AM)

    Hi, dave, very sad poem though in a bar which always in a full smoke, nobody notice blues man's suffering except you ...10.....
    Thank you for the kind words..
    Tsira (Report) Reply

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