Sunday, May 27, 2018

Delta blues

So hot
My water bottle is sweating.
My iced tea that was mostly ice is now weak and warm
And still the cup is sweating.
No breeze,
and I am sweating.
Swinging a fan seems like
it would be
too much work.
So I let the sweat drip
into my eyes.
My shirt clings,
My legs are slick,
But still I sit
and listen
to the blues.
In the delta,
That’s what people do.
Get hot and sweaty.
You can hear it in the music.