J.D, Coke, smoke, sister's leaning on the bar,
wiping her mouth on the sleeve of her coat
getting in another round - standards
slip along the frets of the guitar; a real
good looker took me under, no T.J. - Marley -
only Hooker, twirling on the B string,
twirling on the G string, dancing over the notes
like a real pro - when in comes Norm:
mic stand in his hand, my brother-in-law
Norm - he's the best - plays Harp like Bob,
'Hey Sis!' he says, kiss kiss, 'It's all
in The Breath..' plays blues and you'd understand
he's the true son of a preacher man, lifts me up,
toots the talk, toe tapping it up to God-knows-what,
plays Roots Harp for the heart to love again,
my Brother Norm...kicks it from the bandstand,
smiles over a tray of tinkle from the bar,
standards slip along the frets of the guitar.
wiping her mouth on the sleeve of her coat
getting in another round - standards
slip along the frets of the guitar; a real
good looker took me under, no T.J. - Marley -
only Hooker, twirling on the B string,
twirling on the G string, dancing over the notes
like a real pro - when in comes Norm:
mic stand in his hand, my brother-in-law
Norm - he's the best - plays Harp like Bob,
'Hey Sis!' he says, kiss kiss, 'It's all
in The Breath..' plays blues and you'd understand
he's the true son of a preacher man, lifts me up,
toots the talk, toe tapping it up to God-knows-what,
plays Roots Harp for the heart to love again,
my Brother Norm...kicks it from the bandstand,
smiles over a tray of tinkle from the bar,
standards slip along the frets of the guitar.
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mar/08
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