A Bop: Blues Alternative

Even if I’d been blind I would have turned
My head, followed the hips curving toward me,
Felt the air softly eddy as you moved.
As it was, the funk of your armpits called
My name. I heard it asking me, You ready?
Ready, baby? Ready or not, it said.

Ain’t no use listening for your tired footsteps

The slow drip of my pussy starts me thinking
About nighttime dives into a cold river,
Swimming til morning, almost going under.
Black clouds and blue skies can make me remember
What it felt like to struggle, all that water
Darkening, the smell of fish, the strange odor
Of your sweat every second growing stronger.
Sometimes the sunshine burns away the dream.

I don’t mind now, I don’t mind the sunshine.
Ain’t no use listening for your tired footsteps

Horace’s crabbed left hand pulls down the low notes.
The throb of the hard-on behind your pants
Syncopates the rhythm. It can’t be taught
Anymore than I can. It just keeps beating,
Playing its own music. Same as my heart

My only answer for the blues is the sun.
My only answer for the blues is the sun.
Ain’t no use listening for your tired footsteps