Robert Johnson, 1911 - 1938
In the tumble down wooden wide spot Robert sits crumpled with a 12 fret guitar on his knee as slowly he begins to play to the expectant faces in the crowd.
He returns their stares and begins to weave his spells.
He sings of lost love and slavery and distant waters. Finally, he twists the last notes towards the wet earth and finishes. The faces stop staring. People smile and thank him.
Robert returns to his thoughts and cigarette and once more listens to the distant voice tempting him to play God.
Steve Coel / An 11.59 Publication
* Previously published: UnEven Journey - April, 1993. An 11.59 Publication
** Previously recorded: Two Voices E.P. - 1998. An 11.59 Publication
