Well I slid on down to the crossroads
In the darkest hour of night
I will trade you here on the delta
my soul for to see the light
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I aint no crawling king snake
the wind don't know my name
I been finished with spirit messin
Don't force me to take the blame
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You sung a medley to me of hard times
more than 12 bars of a song gone bad
I cried to you for mercy
It just made you wail so sad
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The wind comes a howlin down
The empty road I'm walkin on
These blues run up my bad luck day
The safety's broke and gone
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I tried to love the thought
That I wasn't walking with the dead
But no luck was mine sept bad
cause I was runnin with them instead
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Its late now you see
The yellow moon on the wane
and in the cold light of it
My song will be of pain
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I'm standin here at the crossroads
In the darkest hour of night
Please don't trade me here on the delta
Cause I am the bluesman of black light
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Kangaroos, flying foxes and the like (as per your comment) are among the greatest audiences anyone can have (and I say that in fervent sincerity) – you didn’t know but I was included in “the like” because I heard it too in all its quiver-melancholia in that deep dark, Australian night in the waning light of the yellow moon (all the way from South Africa) . Always wondered why I wasn’t born a tree, a mongoose or a butterfly or the like.
Diana..its been a long time since I looked at this poem again. thank you for your inspirational remarks and I can see moonlit trees in your writing....! Geoffrey.
Geoffrey, this is my second visit to this poem and it seems more rewarding than the first. Thanks and Congrats.
Rajnish. Thank you for taking the time to read this again. Cheers Geoffrey.
Your poem makes me think of the musicians of NOLA..very colorful and soulful poem..
Lorraine, thank you so much for your thoughtful comments.Geoffrey.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful poem; written beautifully- I tried to love the thought That I wasn't walking with the dead.../// enjoyed I to read this
Cheers and thank you my fellow poet for taking the time to read and comment. Geoffrey.