Loving A Blues Man

Digital Image I created of Robert Johnson
Black like licorice
Which I hate
Except when it’s in the form of you
Black like the berry
Which I think are so tart
Except when I get a taste of you
Black like the bruise on my heart
The same bruise you created when you left
Something you said you would never do
You and I were meant to be
A forever kinda love
Dancing through life to the sound of your guitar and down home blues
Standing in the French quarter at the stroke of midnight
Watching the Baron playing his wicked tricks
on unsuspecting tourists
We’d pass by laughing at his naughty ways
That same laughter floating through my brain as heartbroken memories
Now those days are long gone
Replaced with countless nights where I whisper your name on a falling star
Tears cascading down my face
For a love never to be returned and never replaced
A love that is loss from a cruel sickness called fame
That reached inside and took ahold of your very being
Causing you to make a deal that would sacrifice everything we believed in
Legba’s hold on you is something I just can’t fight
He got your soul and my promises of forever
Breaking my heart as I watch you run off at sundown clutching your guitar
With the sound of hellhounds chasing you into the night