He played the blues. Yes, Johnny played the blues.

And with every riff, you could feel him lose.

He’d lose the day with a high note,
but that was just to get him started.
The low note would bring a little joy
to lose the pain of the broken hearted.

When he’d lose the other notes,
he’d bend and let it ring.
It hit just the right spot to

let loose his soul to sing.

It didn’t matter what he’d been through
or what’d happened that day.
With those crunchy electric guitar notes

he could lose himself away.

Feeling free.

“The Art of Writing Life through Poetry.”


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