Blues for Louis.

Recorded in 2003
C.D. Mother.

Blues for Louis.
Inside her room, single bed, sink & gas ring
she listened to the blues, black vinyl warm spinning
her heart wanting the sound in her mouth.
outside the rowdydow of Earls Court Rd.
Saturday night, down to Louis subteranean home
made mystic with leaves, sticks, stones
Indian incense filling the air
as he cooked fragrant food from Mauritius,
new tastes for her tongue,
his hands beating time on a drum
singing the song she never forgot.

Seeking bohemian magic in soho where jazz is
late afternoon su8n shooting lights dusty smoke spiralsdust on
setting fire to a brandy in the glass
she’s sitting small in beatnik black & blue velvet
taking in mind seeds, drinking the juice of truth
& hanging on to the threads of her dreams
wanting love, & more...

bottling for paris nat,
in piccadilly one spring
his accordion,
squeezing out the songs of france and the war,
and lost love and more....

down to the big river,
a mournful london lullaby of tug boat and train,
evening rain on her face she remained
mesmerised by the water
the tide and the flow of it
the comforting old of it,
raucous chorus of seagulls
winging in on the wind from the sea in the east
hungry for the cities feast
castles & elephants
bridges & spires
factories domes a million red brick homes
old river is homehome....

& now I am
winter mean morning Bethnal Green
grey london streets blood shot with buses,
a woman catches my eye,
I smile, she curses, her voice a sore raw sound in the air
howl and scowl, I knew her a lifetime ago
he droops over his big issues
near asleep underneath stooped back,
heels clip clipping, cigarette tips glowing
underground sulphur smell & hot breath,
bodies close & souls apart, swaying in a metal tube
eyes avoiding eyes, avoiding touchmind the gap
behind newspapers roaring the words of war once more
which was where I came in

Talk Please Not War

glow burning sunset on top of a hill,
purple night inching in from the west,
sirens wail & headlights strobe flicker
between the leaves on the trees on the road side a dog laughs
a man barks & the breeze lifts the hem of a skirt,
flowers low bow to the earth
as I lookwith older eyes
through tears and a once upon a time song
I remember Louis & the drum & the song
I sing my blues.............