The Blues Man
By John Kaniecki
Popcorn snapping fingers
An emancipated heart
Sing for your victuals wage slave
Separate but equal Jim Crow iron walls
See yonder mansion, see yonder manger
As united in birth welded in life
Nailed to a cross
Agony as the soldier penetrates his side
Nobody’s seen the troubles I’ve seen
They call it the blues
In the chord of c
This poem first appeared in Black Magnolias.
John currently serves as secretary for Rhyming Poets International and he is a member of the Revolutionary Poet’s Brigade, won the Joe Hill Poetry Labor Prize. He’s published by Struggle Magazine, The Blue Collar Review, Burning Books, Jerry Jazz, IWW Newspaper, Protest Poems, Flute, Black Magnolia, Left Curve, She Mom, Whisper, Vox Poetica, and has an e-Chapbook on Cavalcade of Stars.