The Darkened Mirror

There is a myth rooted in Blues music that if you stand at crossroads at midnight, you will meet the Devil. If you hand over your guitar, the Devil will tune it to bring great music but when the Devil hands it back, you have sold your soul.

I see it a little differently and the following is a doodle on the idea.

The Devil With White Shoes

Midnight at the crossroads
footsteps echo, become a whole.

Dressed sharp as wit
preened like sleek cat fur

The Devil smiles
tunes a ten dollar guitar

into ten thousand dollar notes
to tap and tug every toe.

Returned,
exchanged for your soul.

Crossroads at Midnight
whole footsteps become an echo

A shadow in the mirror
day or night.