The Kate Adams
Massive red paddles beat the water
Great billious smokestacks fill the sky
Nightime furnaces throw flames across
silhoutted dark waters as a
calliope whistle interrupts the chattering of
fancy dressers, cotton millionares,dapper ladies,
tricksters ,circus characters
drifting in a semi-wilderness
down the Mississippi
inspiring Delta bluesmen
to write songs
as the white money factory floats on by.
Peter Burton
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