Jazz Fest in the mud

Woodstock revisited?

I guess.

Wasn't there, but

I imagine

Wearing boots.

Stomping in the Muddy Waters:

Yes, Chicago to N'orleans..

The beat's in the water..

It reigns on the brain;

Sounds, beats, stomps:

Miles whittled down to inches

Beneath the booted foot,

Hymns of praises and misery,

Beaten down into the ground-

Meshing the sounds.

Back into the Mother

Where her heart beat

Is revitalized.

Her strength renewed,

She rises up through the

Bare footed child ready to swing.