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Spoken Word Poetry: Backbone Slim’s Blues/Tony Adamo
12/10/2024
In the deep south, where rivers wind, A tale unfolds, of a soul inter-twined/
Backbone Slim, born where the cotton sways, In fields of labor, he spent his days/
Weary hands, skin kissed by the sun/ Back-breaking work, but he never would run/
Close to the soil, where his roots dig deep, A rhythm of struggle, a song to keep/
Voices holler, chanting through the air, From the cotton fields yonder, a story laid bare/
The gins were a symphony, grinding away/ Blues notes forming, In Slims younger day/
His early life was painted in pain, sorrow, disgust/
Lookin’ for freedom, in a world full of rust/
“Man, I gotta get out,” he whispered to the night/ Who can I trust in this endless fight? /
NOLA called out the soul in his blues/ A blues sanctuary where his heart could choose/
Man, give me a big holler, give me a shout, In the blues rhythm of life, let the music pour out/
So, dig, the blues is his canvas, his solace, his strife/ He’s hip to It/
It's not everyone’s life/
The Smoky Bars/Delta deep Juke Joints/No Bandstand Brother/Just Play in the Club Back Corner/
Slim will Play till he drops, it’s the pulse that beats in his life/
In every strum, in every blues vamp's embrace/
Backbone Slim finds his rightful place/
His 12-bar blues, a shot of hard gin/
Warm on the tongue, where the journey begins/
From the cotton fields' labor to his heart's sweet bluesy refrain/
Backbone Slim’s legacy is a testament to pain and gain/
So, listen closely, and get hip to the blues story, In the deep south, where the blues is gold/
For in every blues heartbreak, and every cryin' soulful tune, Backbone Slim sings to the rhythm of the bright full moon/
So, jump aboard his blues train and feel his song roll by/
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