The Blue's Ain't Dead by Rob Azevedo

Penniless, from the crowded stage

the yellow-eyed blues man

sets off rockets with his red guitar

as the tangled wino's huddle

over small glasses of rye

and pick at each others teeth

as the short order cooks stare

longingly at the tramps backstage

lined up to swallow tongues

while the valet stacks lines of powder

on some strangers dash

and plugs his nose

cursing the skies shouting,

"The Blues Ain't Dead!"

"The Blues Ain't Dead!"

Rob Azevedo, from Manchester, NH, is a writer and radio host with a new booked called "Notes From The Last Breath Farm: A Music Junkies Quest To Be Heard."