Norm and Tanya

J.D, Coke, smoke, sister's leaning on the bar,
wiping her mouth on the sleeve of her coat
getting in another round - standards
slip along the frets of the guitar; a real
good looker took me under, no T.J. - Marley -
only Hooker, twirling on the B string,
twirling on the G string, dancing over the notes
like a real pro - when in comes Norm:
mic stand in his hand, my brother-in-law
Norm - he's the best - plays Harp like Bob,
'Hey Sis!' he says, kiss kiss, '...It's all
in The Breath...' plays blues and you'd understand
he's the true son of a preacher man, lifts me up,
toots the talk, toe tapping it up to God with The Band,
plays Roots Harp for the heart to love again,
my Brother Norm...kicks ass from the bandstand,
smiles over a tray of tinkle from the bar,
standards slip along the frets of the guitar.

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mar/08