A certain Blues Musician that inspires...

For almost twenty-two years I have watched and listened to Michael Powers play the Blues in New York City. He has had a profound effect on me because although, he has gained in influence to this day he remains a musician who plays in small venues with no cover charges. But if you listen to his music and his words, you can learn an aweful lot about the world around us. This writing is for Michael Powers;


The Prodical Son
(inspired by Michael Powers
a blues musician from NYC)

The prodical son,
with slower steps,
steeps
back inside ‘their’retirement home.
Oh, the days– lined– spent, stupid
in stupor,
alone. . .
vapid, vacuous in such vain.
The false mph’s&rpm’s un-gained,
in cocaine rooms
not built for such high velocity
in The City.
Often wishing for that allusive,
original, old home (‘the plain sense of it’);
the bed slept in with soft, sheets white,
made linen sweet from maman’s constant chores
and her relentless up-keeps.