House Of Blues (Ghostly Blues) Poem by Richard Wlodarski

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