The Mississippi Delta
Is the home of the Blues
Through hard times and hard lives
Those guitar songs crooned
Well, Delta Blues have come again
This time in a shittier way
That damn Delta COVID variant
Got me blue most night and day
Get the masks back on
Postpone the travel plans
Despite 18 months hibernating
Got to get back in the can
I was feeling cocky being vaccinated
But that rug was partially pulled out
You can still carry and transmit the virus
I need to be careful with my big snout
OK, probably won’t get bad sick or die
But even vaccinated, I still ain’t flyin’
To destinations far and wide
Like a guy is supposed to when retired
OK, COVID, I see your game
A long term battle, playing rough
You think you can wait me out
Wrong answer, this cat’s calling your bluff
Inspired by the Mississippi blues
I’ll keep fighting this disease
But like Robert Johnson prayed at the crossroads
“Have mercy, save poor Bob, if you please”
Robert Leroy Johnson (May 8, 1911 – August 16, 1938) was an American blues guitarist, singer, and songwriter. His landmark recordings in 1936 and 1937 display a combination of singing, guitar skills, and songwriting talent that has influenced later generations of musicians. He is now recognized as a master of the blues, particularly the Delta blues style.
…..very little was known of him during his life outside of the small musical circuit in the Mississippi Delta where he spent most of his life; much of his story has been reconstructed after his death by researchers. Johnson’s poorly documented life and death have given rise to much legend. The one most closely associated with his life is that he sold his soul to the devil at a local crossroads to achieve musical success.
Above pic and words from Wikipedia
See ya. I’m heading to the crossroads
Waipahu Bob 