Blues Stories

Six silver strings, Thick black fingers with pink nails, pull and hammer them into sound A mournful cry of lonely nothing tearful dreamscape, An eternal cry of the trains, Don’t ya hear me calling pretty baby? In a chord of loss, In a beat of desolation, So alone. Six silver strings reflecting moonlight, Reflecting heart, Reflecting soul, The sands drain away. Driving rhythm as restless as the beat of life, Of the never c...

Pinetop knew eternity, The power of stopping time. Hold yourself now, And when I say get it, You get it! The piano rattles, From New Orleans to Mexico, Your city blues make dancing girls, and shots, And smoke filled bars, beatific, Make cut-time, the beat of your heart, Make pictures real, Make remarks fade, Make memories drift like the heavy beat of the Mississippi. Pinetop knew how the sway of sound and drifting blues c...

Stones in the night (’68) As white as snow, As black as coal, Tunes to pacify, and sanctify Your shattered, lonely, broken soul. The rattle of guitars, Jig saw blues. A girl in the doorway, Blue eyed oblivion, The harp takes you to Heaven and home. Stray cat elevator story songs, Make me whole again, Take me back home, Where I knew what was real, A picture of wasted love, I gave it all up, No expectations, Just the train...

Crash and burn, lightning Call again. Make it soon sugar, A road song, railroad swing, fire And Lord , Lord Send me an Angel down. Hollow words, blue eyes All gone, all gone! I lost it somewhere, On a blind curve, On a hot blue night, In heat and wonder, Lost it all. Except love, redemption, The songs, The shades, the words, Call again girl, I lost it all! Wasted words, fire in the city heat, In roads, outlaws and saints,...

My fingers wrapped carefully around the long stem of my glass of chilled white wine, I stared into the cool liquid as if it could reveal my future. What I really wanted it to do was hide my past, but I figured that was just going to take time and strength. Sometimes…sometimes guys are jerks, y’know? Enough. Tonight is so not about wallowing in old frustrations, old guilt, old heartache. Tonight is about music and wine and...

Alright, I've been playing you people...I'm sorry, but that is just the way it is. I've been taking the easy way out, like the song says. I've been writing about stuff that happened in my sordid past, not taking into account that this is a fantasy site. This is a sex fantasy site, not a sex reality site, right? So, now I am going to treat it like it deserves, I am going to tell you nice people about one of my dearest sexu...