Listening to the whine of that old blues harp,
oh you play so well, my brother
So much heart & so much soul,
When one tune ends
I can’t wait for another
You make it sound so bittersweet
Get people rising to their feet
Dancing so happy & free
Your playing really is
breathtaking to me
By: J.N.R Dutton
I’ve seen tear stains on the faces
of broken souls,
I’ve seen those whose worlds
have been utterly razed,
but who hold on, and hold out,
for sweet better days
They forever are heroes to me,
& I think anyone could agree
By: J.N.R Dutton
Old Mac, old buddy, you’re looking quite gray
I remember the red hair you had back in the day
It really stood out, looked like
a hot raging flame
but beyond that, you stood out
for so many other things
like the poems and music you wrote
& how your fingers danced so beautifully
across a great multitude of guitar strings
& how you kept a firm grip on the sweet
down home way you were raised
By: J.N.R Dutton
Dear Travis,
Everything I read from you,
it sets my heart to racing
You spill your soul on to the pages
everything that you’re feeling
or facing, know this brother,
to all your words, I’m deeply relating
I know that I can always find
some of the best inspiration
When I read what comes from your pen
By: J.N.R Dutton
Old T.M., all dressed in black,
w/his old guitar & a derby hat
he looked rough & ragged, that’s a fact
& his voice sounded more than a little cracked
but he lifted up his voice to sing
to all the souls who’d hear it ring
to let them know there were no limits
to how big they could dream
He said:
“You know, I’ve been where some of you are, been a little frazzled, got some battle scars, but all in all, I’m alright, I’ve never lost my will to fight, I may be a broken star, but haven’t lost my shine, go live your story like I have mine”
By: J.N.R Dutton
At some points, we’ve all had hearts broken
heard and said things we wish were never spoken
but I hope and ask that you keep your heart wide open
Always hoping, always holding on to Love
as firmly as you can
By: J.N.R Dutton
He’s a down to earth,
down home poet in boots
& old Ray-bans
Makes his living with his voice
& the guitar in his hands
He adores his family, friends, & fans
“These are truly my people” he says
For them he’d do anything he can
He’s a genius picker, and an even better man
By: J.N.R Dutton
Joshua-He’s a poet from the heart of Texas
he writes as if he’s just speaking plainly
he doesn’t try to impress anybody
with anything fancy
he just lets what’s on his heart flow free
he believes that’s the best way to be
By: J.N.R Dutton
The poet sits to write another line
Endless thoughts flood his mind
he just lets them waltz right in
it’s not a question then of inspiration
he’s got plenty of that
He just wonders where exactly to begin
By: J.N.R Dutton
He remembers how when he was a younger man,
he’d had a heart of stone, he did all that he could
to keep people at arm’s length,
he thought letting them in
just wasn’t worth it, the price that he would pay
if in the end, they never stayed anyway
but then one day, real love it came,
in fact, it wouldn’t leave him alone
It changed him & it healed him
when it made his heart it’s home
By: J.N.R Dutton
The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton 