April 26, 2007
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Ode To Leadbelly
The Louissiana black bear
voice of gold and
confidence of a pistol shot.
I'm gonna see 'em in St Francesville
The twelve strings that drew blood.
I'll be dancin' with your ghost
to a waltz's time.
Every groan every growl
cuts through the core
of human life.
Remember Eloise,
this dismal day is but a dance tune.
I jumped in the river
started to drown
heard Leadbelly
and I turned back around...
Blues.
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