Noah Lewis is my favourite harmonica player. He played with Gus Cannon's Jug Stompers. He died of frost-bite. I travelled all the way to Ripley, Tennessee, because of this tune. I wrote this poem for him.
Noah’s Harp
The cries of animals excluded,
Drowning in the rising flood.
Prisoners’ wails,
Freight trains heading North.
Noah Lewis.
Frost-bitten feet,
Nose frozen to mouth-harp.
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