B.B. King – Live at the Regal

a wine colored vynl sticks out of my shelfs multicolored media jungle

its printed in big letters beneath

in red hot motion:

the blues messiah, guitar slung over one shoulder

belting out pure sorrow

embellished by yelping sax

under the crackle and pop that coats the soundscape

when finally: BEAAM

the guitar sings out in smooth lamentation.

unbridled sonic voodooo

unleashed on my unkept bedroom