Such a talent, Mother Maybelle
That’s all that I can say,
it was raw and unpolished,
but you know what?
That’s okay
there’s such resounding beauty
in each instrument,
and every note I heard her play
By: J.N.R Dutton
Mother Maybelle was gone long before I came along,
but her talent & her songs are a beautiful legacy.
I am glad for recording technology preserving such treasure.
A few good friends, gathered in the yard
Some playing with a brand spanking new deck of cards, the ones that are left, they’re picking guitars, pretending that they are Grand Ole Opry stars
If they really tried, their talent would take them far, but they’re free and content playing for the thrill of it, right where they are
By: J.N.R Dutton
Jimmy’s playing a 1950’s jam
he’s a special brand of
piano man
He remembers Milsap,
and old Jerry Lee,
The way that he plays man
it’s really something to see
By: J.N.R Dutton
He’s cranking the band, ready to jam, grabbing his lady by the hand
They dance together, birds of a feather
holding on tight through all kinds of weather
By: J.N.R Dutton
Thoroughly enjoyed my time away from here, glad to be back though.
Here is a poem I wrote while on my break.
A singing South Georgia poet
With a million songs in his head, He’s a hard working guy
Early to rise, and not shy to say what needs to be said
Everybody says he’s got a throwback sound and so much depth, that’s rarely found anymore..
Everybody loves to listen, and they gather round,
He’ll sing until the day they lay his body down
In that southern ground, hey, eh….
For now, he’s on the road again, big wheels spin,
he’s making his living, playing to win
By: J.N.R Dutton
Eric, if you were reading this I’d like to say,
I’m a bigger fan now than I was
even just yesterday
The way you tell a story, brother,
it just keeps blowing me away
every time I think I’ve heard your best
you top it & prove me wrong
As long as you keep sharing, man,
I’ll forever sing along
By: J.N.R Dutton
Jim used to play such sweet, sweet tunes,
gentle as a summer breeze,
All his lyrics now run through my mind,
like a fast train runs on a railway line
Though he’s been gone for a long time,
the beauty that he left behind, it’s been so kind,
it soothes me so wonderfully, like a child’s lullaby
By:J.N.R Dutton
A wild-eyed drummer man
playing his best jam
energetic and free in a south
Memphis band
and a piano player,
plays right along
the crowds they all gather
enjoying the song
By: J.N.R Dutton
A man in old cowboy boots with well worn soles
taps out rhythms touching hearts & souls
Playing a guitar in his hands w/strings of steel
Letting everybody know everything he feels
The joys of his life, and his pain yet to heal
They all relate b/c he keeps it real
By: J.N.R Dutton
A man with long sandy hair from Jacksonville
Some people trash talked him, said “you never will
amount to anything man,”
but he ended up fronting a band
Singing his heart out w/his mic in his hand
burning life’s candle at both ends
playing and chilling with all his rowdy friends
By: J.N.R Dutton
The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton 