Bob Villamagna’s BluesMan II
August 15, 2011
Blues Fest Tear Down, again
The voices have faded now
the reverb of drum and Jazz bounced
reflected until the slightest sound
no longer be heard
bounced to silence
.
The oil slicks are washing away
in colorful shades of the rainbow
where the cars were piled
cars and vans who had traveled
with flashy bumper stickers
exclaiming in their overuse
their own attention, like wallpaper print
a language of tattoos
translating to me
a new genre of people following bands
.
The city had been alive with thousands of people
the crowd before the stage never ceased,
moving, colliding with one another in a hypnotic
motion, feeling like a lifted spirit
capturing a joy felt within, from being around so many people
doing the same thing
.
The heart beats on as the lyrics continue
as they leave Wheeling
somewhere else they play the blues
mouths wording a continuation of where we left off
Sunday night as the sky faded and clouds parted
into a pink hoola hoop lying on the horizon,
capturing, along with the river
moving us all, at the same time, in one languid motion
the essence of the blues taking hold
dance together, as people worked together
the reason of the blues grabbing us in one shared movement
to reveal that the soul has remained the same,
and more powerful if we can live like this, together.
~
Visit the Wheeling Heritage Music BluesFest 2013 this August!
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