PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

In the background, there’s a Robert Johnson record on the stereo.  It sounds good.  The conversation begins to groove around Johnson and the blues.  I can feel his lack of knowledge on the blues as I listen to him speak.  I also detect an intense desire to learn.  I didn’t gloat because I don’t do all I can to absorb the blues.  I do get off on talking about how much Dylan is influenced by the blues and how in a panoramic sense, Dylan may actually be considered a blues musician as opposed to a folkie.  I can sense him dwelling on my every word.  I know that he had too much to drink.  I figure on the only solution to the problem.  I hand him another beer and watch him gulp it down.  He begins to cheerfully sing along with the Johnson record.  I guess he can recognize the lyrics as he’s doing a beautiful job of singing.  I remember that the Rolling Stones did a cover of “Love In Vain.”  I clap and cheer him on, impressed at his enthusiasm, which rarely exists in an age of computer zombies and Pac-Man babies.  Fuck the drug scares.  I’m afraid of a Pac-Man baby, I quickly shift my thoughts back to the music.  At least in the madness of the blues, there’s an undeniable beauty that exists.