Everyone Understands the Blues by Brian Rihlmann


whether it echoes
through the concrete canyons
of some twilight city
or drifts out ghostly grey
from the open door
of a smoke filled bar
as you walk the streets alone
late at night
gazing up at the occasional light
in a window
wondering about the life
happening up there

you could be from another world
or of another species
and still understand
the meaning of that slightly bent
single note of blues guitar
that shivers in the still air
and draws you in with its sadness
even the goosebumps on your arms
reach out towards it

even the alley strays
cock their heads
and perk up their ears
to listen and then howl
in tormented harmony

and men raise bottles
shrouded in paper bags
in whispered toasts
to the women
who did them in

©2019 Brian Rihlmann


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Brian Rihlmann was born in NJ, and currently lives in Reno, NV. He writes mostly semi autobiographical, confessional free verse. Folk poetry…for folks. He has been published in Constellate Magazine, Poppy Road Review, Cajun Mutt Press, The Rye Whiskey Review and has an upcoming piece in The American Journal Of Poetry.


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