Delta Blues

When you called

I was listening to
The sounds of 

The Delta

Those backwater places

Where notes

Signify the hurt

Of that soulful place

Leaning back in wooden chairs

Guitars twanging with voices

And harmonicas 

Playing counterpoint

Time stood still

And nothing could

Ease the world

Except the music

Doing a slow toe tapping
I was listening to 

Sleepy John Estes

Wail Floating Bridge

But you called and

I slipped out

Of muddy waters

Into now

                  - Joan Ramseyer