Charlie played a blues harp
In a dimly lit back alley
Where he slept on a rag blanket
With his guard dog Sally
He played for pennies
Played for dimes
Played for meals
and he’d rattle off
His rhymes
Telling stories
and hoping for better times
By:J.N.R Dutton
I know I said in an earlier post that I was taking a short break, but my mind wouldn’t let me, so I came back early.
It seems to be on overdrive lately.
The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton 