At the Base of the Blues Tree: Una Ofrenda for Jimmy Davis, Chicago Blues Man 

By Brenda Cárdenas Brenda Cardenas

(after the painting Árbol de Blues by Roberto Valadez)

The hands of this telling tree pull
            him from the cobalt bowl sky,
bring Jimmy back to the ruins
            of Maxwell Street hunched in dusk.
He stood where strings intersected
            frets like tracks meeting ties
on the Illinois Central’s passage
            from the Mississippi Delta,
then followed the bread crumbs
            of troubadours to this steel city.
Twelve-hour shifts beckoned
            mexicanos north on the Union Pacific
from Piedras Negras
            to Pilsen, Back of the Yards.
 
How many grandparents, mothers and fathers,
            pounded stake into soil,
snuck or were shoved into boxcars,
            leapt onto the train’s iron rungs
as it shuddered along the rails
            to foundries where they poured
molten metal, faced hot licks
            of the blast furnace’s growl and hiss?
How many lugged themselves north
            to slaughterhouses that drooled
rank puddles at their feet? This,
            so sons and daughters might step off
into another era, choose instruments of wood and metal,
            axes of their own timbre.
 
This so Jimmy might mix his own palette—
            tune each turquoise pitch and purple tone
into an electric blues old as corridos,
            but new to the mexicanos who came each
Sunday to the market at Maxwell.
 
New to the ears of Roberto, a boy, who would keep
            his ranchera rhythms close
as a pair of old jeans but grow
            into the blues as he listened
to the heirs of Papa Jackson—
            Johnny Young, Howlin’ Wolf, Nighthawk
and Maxwell Jimmy. Now Roberto sits in overalls
            at an easel, splits
the hairs of his brush over how to compose
            this ofrenda, this homage. How
to take Jimmy back in time to the market
            whose merchants once hustled
with tricks for trade ancient as Africa, as Toltec Mexico,
            Maxwell, whose live blues bands
and car radios belting norteño mixes made
            every Sunday a session.
 
How to take Jimmy back
            to Maxwell’s gathering spot where he guzzles
from an aluminum garden blooming atop his amp,
            swings his ax—
fingers climbing its trunk, plucking twigs—
            while our feet tap the roots
of this wailing tree. Notes skip through alleys
            of his voice like gravel
pinging off windshields, lift a pitch
            high enough to singe the autumn sky—
cousin to the red and green gritos of the barrio
            only blocks away. Twelve bars spin
like metal rims, stack like hubcaps,
            chords crackling in the tin barrels of his laughter.
When the people gather, he sputters,
            What did the one-eyed woman say?
and waits for them to peer into the devil’s draw
of his eyes before he roars,
            Where is my one-eyed man?
 
But we barely get to the punch line, to the end
            of a set, before the mayor swings his ax,
a claw that rips this árbol de blues up by its roots;
            before Chicago swings its wrecking ball
to level homes, stores, restaurants, bars;
            before troops graffiti-blast, scrub and cinch-sack it
all, but one empty wall
            where someone has scrawled Jimmy’s name
among the others in this hall of fame:
            Willie, Hound Dog, Honey Boy, Sal,
the many legends who’ve shared the marrow
            of their music, of Santana’s hearty
soup with the bones still in it steaming with sabor
            and sometimes weeping.

Brenda Cárdenas, “At the Base of the Blues Tree: Una Ofrenda for Jimmy Davis, Chicago Blues Man” from Boomerang. Copyright © 2009 by Bilingual Press/Editorial Bilingüe. Reprinted with permission.

Source: Boomerang (Bilingual Press/Editorial Bilingüe, 2009)

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A native of Milwaukee, Wisconsin, Brenda Cárdenas is the author of two poetry collections, From the Tongues of Brick and Stone (Momotombo Press) and Boomerang (Bilingual Review Press), as well as the co-editor of Between the Heart and the Land / Entre el corazon y la tierra: Latina Poets in the Midwest. She writes in a blend of English and Spanish, which she has said reflects her interest in “the interconnectedness and . . .

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