Poem: Number Ones

I can feel you watching me with private eyes
Wanting to take me up where we belong
Where all night long we can share in love
No more love on the run for the two of us
We built this city of passion between us
Amanda and I don’t ever want to leave

Poem: Guitar Strings

As her fingers walk along the strings
Her hand picking at them at time
She tries to catch the vibration
Of the universe in her strumming
Riding a wave emotion straight through
The defenses of those listening

Poem: Blues Man

His dark and weathered skin
Might be older than the street itself
Deep set eyes that have watched
As ages have come and gone
Fingers swollen with arthritis
Yet they move like a young man’s
When dancing along brass valves