I Saw A Man Playing Spoons

I saw a man playing spoons

on a street in Columbia, South 

Carolina, on a corner. I don’t

remember why I was there at

that exact moment, not far from 

my house. A magician of a minor

chord…it wasn’t just the spoons…

it was him he was playing…that’s

why the Blues are real.  Anyway,

he played those spoons like bones.

His music was as real as the tears 

on my momma’s face….it happened

on the street, in my heart, in his voice, 

in this world. That's what the old world

was like.