“The Gunslinger” by David S. Pointer


The Gunslinger

The antique Hohner Aero Band
Zeppelin Harmonica sits nearby
just mention John Lee Hooker’s
name and the old man has it out
floating up through blues-time-
zones, up where nightclub air is
smoky and dirty and pure energy
ignited by Mississippi Delta jet
fuel coming out, burning precise,
through blow hole Highway 61
a lesser traveled state of mind
from ole Merigold to juke time

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David Scott Pointer was the son of a piano playing bank robber who died when David was 3 years old. David later served in the Marine military police. He has written social justice poetry for many years.

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