Leave Me Alone With My Blues

As published and seen in Mignolo Arts Center Literary publication for Black History Month their current issue. I'm so excited my first published submission. Bittersweet accomplishment. This is in memory to great music and the man named Sylvester I called Dad.

          “Leave Me Alone with My Blues”

Some days, all a person has is

     their blues.

I'm talking the

     Albert King

          I've-Been-Down-Since-I-Began-

               to-Crawl

blues.

     The down home,

          Play-the-Other-Record or Two-

               collard-greens-with-cornbread-

                    on-the-side

blues.

     The kind where you just want

          to be left alone with your

melancholy. 

     Let me feel

          what I'm feeling.

The pain of living Black

     struggle, plantation

blues.

     I've-been-up-all-night, -ain't-nothin'-

          going-right, BB-King-and-Lucille-

               I-Think-You-Made-Your-Move-

                    Too-Soon

blues.

     I'm in a Z.Z. Hill

          frame of mind.

              Just leave me alone with my

                  down home

blues.

     Let-the-somber-and-

pensive-gloom-of-my-

     soul-loop-on-constant-

          repeat-

until-its-familiar-cadence-

     becomes- “Stormy-Monday”

blues.

Remembering Sylvester while

listening to T-Bone Walker.

                                cjj ©

          Poem Written By: Chyrel J. Jackson