she said I had a heart filled with soul…how many can say that..
the greatest of complements…

not statuesque…nor..
beautiful to look at on a beach or in a picture frame..
not smooth…suave…or slick..

no money…nor house…or car to drive her around town in on a Friday night….no fancy clothes or jeans with gimmicks sewn on the ass….

just soulful….simply soulful….like Muddy Waters…or Howlin’ Wolf….men made in the image…

the molds of heartbreak…hunger…. but never helpless…never wanting…accepting the deal thrown down…card after card after card…

it is the struggle that gives us soul…that makes us human…living for the  constant search of grace…and it’s always just around the corner…

I gladly accept this soulful title…now it’s onto Chicago and let’s win there…