Henson and the girl. She was a young child,
The little sop. She was there for the blues
Part. And he knew the common terms. Him with
Blues language, mules and men and passion in
The name of English. She knew the language,
The elements of self-threatening blues.
He, the atrium soaring with stout trees.
He knew the big blues structure. She knew things.
The most about the new boyfriend sweet tea:
How he knew to pour on the sugar and
Let it steep in the window fluorescing
In the sun’s beams. They worked in the brown glow
Projected through the tea driving out the
Grinding blues rhythms and its soulful sounds.