This one is still for you….who remains my musical junkie equal.
Who Knew
There are days
when we
will put on nothing but
Sonny Boy, The Wolf,
Mississippi John Hurt,
Muddy, Son House,
John Lee Hooker
and, of course,
Robert Johnson.
She will pick an album
then I will pick an album.
We will go through
breakfast, lunch
and dinner,
kissing in between,
laying in the grass
talking about clouds,
holding hands,
alternately putting
our heads into
each other’s lap.
In the background–
cotton fields, trains,
devils, jealous lovers
and broken hearts.
Who knew
the Blues
could make us
this happy?
–Todd Cirillo
Todd Cirillo
Julie Valin
Matt Amott
After Hours Poetry 
Good poem Todd–I like the “of course, Robert Johnson”–Iven
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Thanks so much for reading and taking the time to comment. Blues can be just as good, as it can be bad. Keep reading.
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Great poem. Love the idea of the blues being a good thing and bringing two people together. Just fantastic. Some of the details are great: “talking about clouds.”
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