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.
