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Enjoy the first stanza from "Blues Mama."
Gimme a Pig's Foot and a Bottle of Beer
bellows my mama
as she drifts about the house,
dancing with her dust mop,
wailing with her records--
Bessie and Billie, Louie and Duke,
B.B. and Nat King Cole,
The Count and Ray Charles.
I wait for each record to drop,
for Mama's voice to climb
into its grooves,
duet with Sarah Vaughn or Cleo Laine,
Mama's notes strong
and belonging on a black disk.
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