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*jesse At The Riverside Club

Rating: 2.6

Balanced on his stool,
Guitar cradled lankly
Between arms and knee,
He strokes the strings with eyes closed
And rocks himself to singing,
Spirit winging
Skyward if the bar were open-air.
But dark and smoky,
This gloomy cave traps him
As it breathes cool, lime fragrance

Into the street, inviting company
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Robert Bowers 20 October 2009

Very well done. The poem is the song. The poet the singer. One is drawn in to the sights, the smells, the atmosphere, just as the song draws in the listener within the poem - an verbal/aural Mobius strip. It does what a poem should - it brings you inside the words.

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