BEATING THE BLUES #Poetry by jay

i fettle the curves in the neck

and remorse plays on the strings of 

my chords

the fancy love songs

and cherub blues you mourn, swoon 

and swindle under my skin, 

torn from a page lost 

in fretful scorn, 

a love-lorn loser who burns

like the scorched innuendo’s

you play on your horn—

a violin singing

a sliding trombone

beat to the drum 

of your bluesy tone.

©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

revised 3/22

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