#music poetry

—Roxane Beth Johnson, from Blues For Almsot Forgotten Music

“November Haze”

He sung like drips of sunshine and leftover curry

His life sprinting away like it’s in a hurry

All his time slipping away through my hands

as i lament on these English sands

I only knew this man for two days

before he passed in the November haze

and so these calloused hands play his guitar

his songs will mend this broken heart

~JR