Jonathan grew up in the 1980’s and ’90’s, a typical suburbanite
He loved watching “The Wonder Years” when it came on Nick @ Nite
and he dreamed of playing music in Memphis & Nashville
Those neon city lights they shined so bright
He hasn’t forgotten
the dreams he dreamed back then
but he’s got such sweetness in his life now
and it’s so much more precious to him
By: J.N.R Dutton
Man putting on traveling shoes,
walking the backroads,
singing the blues
An old six string, often slung cross his back
Except when he plays,
til his fingers are blistered and cracked
By: J.N.R Dutton
Dear Thomas,
I’m not going to lie man,
your talent often shines like diamonds,
I think you’re one of a kind, man
I love how unflinching,
how unapologetic you are
dropping your bars
you’re often spitting raw truth
to the masses in your rhymes,
I’d never get tired of listening
even if I heard it a thousand times
Keep pushing forward, I love the passion & zeal, keep it real
By: J.N.R Dutton
Some people use drum machines,
Synthetic mimickery, but to me
there’s nothing like
a person really drumming
a heartfelt beat
By:J.N.R Dutton
Love to hear old Joe
He’s got a voice so smooth
Just can’t help but want
to move & groove
I love to hear it when his harmonica wails
along w/that sweet jazz saxophone
It never fails to get me in a spectacular mood
By:J.N.R Dutton
This is a story, of a girl named Lily
She calls herself “an overnight sensation
-years in the making”
All the miles & the struggles were real
To be able, night after night to reveal
To her fans just how she feels
Pouring everything she’s got into her songs
By:J.N.R Dutton
What’s new, my people?
Thought I’d drop these lines
While it’s on my mind
All is well, I’m doing fine
Lots to do to pass the time
Plenty of inspiration for rhymes
Listening to my friends
sharing their jams online
Really put me in a mood to write
I’ve got more to share,
later,
It’ll post tonight
By:J.N.R Dutton
When Joe E. was a young man
He looked like early spry
Johnny Cash
He’s done some hard living
but these days he knows better than that
Roads are hard, lessons learned
He’s played w/fire & he’s been burned
Oh, he still plays the music
& tells the stories in his songs
but he’s put away the childish things
Wishes he had all along
By:J.N.R Dutton
I heard a songwriter say something that struck me
as so very wrong
How people knew the artists who recorded his songs
but that they didn’t really have a clue
who he was @ all
It really is a heartbreaking plight
When the artists find success,
but the songwriters are forgotten
Like a shadow faded into the night
I don’t know about you
but I would love to see them
get more of the credit they are due
By:J.N.R Dutton
The best music, I’ve heard
it just gets better with time
As you grow & learn
to appreciate the sweet
rhythms & rhymes
I’ve got to say,
just writing straight
from my mind
That there’s nothing quite like
The sounds of an old Dixie lullaby
By:J.N.R Dutton
The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton 