House Of Blues (Ghostly Blues) Poem by Richard Wlodarski
House Of Blues (Ghostly Blues)
House of Blues (Ghostly Blues)
There is a bar in Florida
The legendary House of Blues
Whose musicians sing with pure soul
Wearing tattered hearts on their sleeves
Under blackened moon and starless skies
We sit spellbound by their sighs and cries
Listening to rhythms from the Deep South
Songs of slavery to heart and mind
In the land of equality
Stars of all stripes and colours
Play music that frees the soul
Warming hearts to dignity
There is a bluesy atmosphere
In this Disney Springs House of Blues
The spirits of deceased artists
Are forever guiding lost ones
Richard Wlodarski (c) 2026
Author, Kerouac In Spirit & Kerouac In Spirit: Book II
Disney Springs, Orlando Florida
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4/5/2026 5:33:06 PM # 1.0.0
This is just amazing, Richard. I hope one day soon you might be able to get back to the House of Blues and be able to perform this outstanding verse. Off in the distance, I hear the bass, at first coming in faint....
M.J., I very much hope to return there next year for my 75th birthday! It would be so very cool to take this framed poem off the bar's display case and read it to the audience! Even cooler when I get both published in my TRIBUTES book!