A Ticket To New Orleans

The last few dollars in his pocket

paid for a ticket to New Orleans

He went there with determination, chasing down a dream

He played harmonica, he played the guitar & piano too

He went to Louisiana cause he knew it was a mecca for the blues

He worked hard to make it, each night on stage paying his dues

Then he’d go “home” each night to a cheap

ramshackle motel room

By:J.N.R Dutton


There’s a country blues man named Justin I heard today,

the way he plays guitar blew me away

It was not just the sound, though that was more than okay,

By far the most awesome thing

was watching as he made his fingers

dance all over the strings

He’s not a man looking for fortune or fame

but his talent puts many famed players to shame

By:J.N.R Dutton





Dallas Blues

Kenneth went down to Texas, to play Dallas blues

Didn’t have much else going for him, said “what have I got to lose?” 

His talent was obvious, clear as a bell,the more he made his audience smile,

the more in love with it he fell,but there were some people who wanted

to change him, because they only cared about what would sell

He told them:

“If I gave into you, I couldn’t face myself”

By:J.N.R Dutton


















Frankie went down to Louisiana, the city of Baton Rouge,

that’s where he first heard Jazz and the blues, 

To say they made an impression would be an understatement

from that first day on, Frankie was hooked on it,

he said:

“this is where I need to be,

I’ve never felt more alive or free,

than when this music’s got a hold on me”

By:J.N.R Dutton




Shooting Star

A shooting star from Dallas,

so briefly here, merely 35 years

What little music he left behind,

still becomes forever seared

into the minds and hearts

of all who hear

By: J.N.R Dutton

This was inspired by a musician on the rise who died before his potential was fully realized, I know there are many that could describe, but I have one specific guitarist in mind. If you know my history and the musicians I love, I’m sure you probably know who.


Charlie’s Blues

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.