The Blues
Sing those blues
Sing those blues, baby,
toes tapping in dusty shoes
Beat of the music
that stirs your soul.
Wail the notes,
that wake the night.
Sing those blues, baby,
Out to the Mississippi river
and down Memphis way.
2 Comments
You must have been a song writer once. I have listened to some recent songs especially the one about all the people in my small town are dead and dying, and it hits home, everytime I hear it, it sounds a great deal about those poetic memoirs which I write, taking all those little things out and writing about them. Keep writing, I am sure you have more. Sincerely, Nancy
Thanks, Nancy. I don’t about being a songwriter though; I doubt most of my poetry would make the top of the charts.