Saturday, January 2nd, 2010
roger singer | the bank of blues and other poems
THE BANK OF BLUES
The color in me knows the blues,
it feels the hands deep pulling
to the surface the song of me.
Can’t wash away or drain out the
fullness crowding my insides
where its standing room only
in hallways and from chairs full of
listeners waiting for the pouring
over of what I got.
A song is a fingerprint, waiting for
horns and [...]











