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Down to the Juke
“If I don’t have red, I’ll use blue.”
--Pablo Picasso.
Down deep
cobalt is
the bayou;
there’s a juke joint
named Sapphire’s.
Place jumps
with jive
and sweat.
Miss Sapphire
owns the club;
she moans
the blues
so sultry,
you’re hard
while bobbing.
Sailors
in blue jumpers,
pound the planks,
hurrah
for the Navy.
Glenn Buttkus
Quadrille
Posted over at d'Verse Poets Pub
19 comments:
I see you took some blue inspiration from Picasso, Glenn! I love the opening lines; they took me right there to the bayou - and Sapphire’s. Cobalt is one of my favourite blue tones, not so much sapphire, it’s too pale, and navy blue just reminds me of school uniform!
I love that opening phrase!
I love the shades of blue Glenn. You captured the setting and mood of the place.
Gotta love a tribute to the blues. Nice one.
Good writing, Glenn. Sultry & sweating. Good stuff!
A wonderous riff on the Blues motiff! You nailed it, Glenn!
Wonderful, sensual shades of blue in this one!💝 I love; "Sailors in blue jumpers, pound the planks." Happy Eighth dVerse Anniversary, Glenn 😃
Yep. NAILED it.
This makes me want to go down to the Juke.
Wonderful!
You've created a steamy, sultry world in 44 words. It makes me want to know more about this place and the characters who inhabit it. I like how you placed yourself in the midst of it.
Quite the blue rainbow.
Sounds like you cavorted at Miss Saphire's in the good old days! Happy memories!
This one reminded me of Linda Rondstat's Blue Bayou!
Very clever, all those blue shades in your poem
Much💙love
I can feel the heat of the moment in this.
Oh you set it up so well in that first stanza....and then Miss Saphire....whew! You went all sultry and I'm swingin with the music sippin' my gin right with those sailors! GREAT job! :)
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Loved the vision it painted, especially as now I have, after the meet, in my head, my version of Glenns' voice telling it to me in raspy HunterThompsonian attitude, that suits the poem to a tee! (is that a saying? "to a tee"? to a ... fist in the eye, Blues and whisky, deep drunken talks on long summer nights!)
Wonderful, sultry, bluesy blues. Great opening line. I had an image of the juke joint in The Color Purple in my head while I was reading this.
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