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Down And Out Rocking Blues
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Down And Out Rocking Blues |
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D.Lester Young Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1219Austin, Tx |
Sad music in festive streets Dancing spirits Intoxicated needs Get down dirty blues Sounds moaning music Swaying passion of heated notes Sweated tempos of New Orleans streets Low life get down blues Trumpets calling Sax a following The band is steaming up The depth of jazz The quarter is a rocking With voices taking down the blues Sweet mama daddy’s listening The booty is a moving Body rhythms are a quaking Intertwining get it down right blues The booze is a spilling The room is a spinning Bump and grind music Hell raising spirits Pass down the bottle blues The sun is awakening While the band is unwinding The inferno is cooling Exhausted lips triumph Down and out blues fading Spirits of Old New Orleans depart Haunt the shadows of humid days From buildings holding such charm Songwriters will make the day Bury the blues of the night Email me if at davelyoung1@hotmail.com D.Lester Young (06/22/02) Tuscaloosa, AL Copyright © D.Lester Young (White Eagle poetry) http://www.authorsden.com/visit/author.asp?AuthorID=5012 |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
smiling...it's an odd feeling now, going home after a night/morning like that...leaving the city, clothes damp with the sweat of dance, and riding into the neat box suburbs, and waking in the air conditioned cool---makes it all seem so unreal. Just like when you LEAVE the suburbs, hit one of those dank brick line cavern type clubs--it makes suburbia seem like a homogenized NIGHTMARE. You have captured the essence of "my love" quite well. I hope ya have a good time, Dave! |
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