This poem is about the trad jazz scene in the late 1950s and the early 1960s
Love lies dreaming on wood block stares
Then the man with a horn plays muted down
And the blues are born on this part of town
But Angela looks decidedly nice
A little bit shy so sugar and spice
She only wants me for cuddles and kissing
God does she realise what she is missing
Mr Trad man play Beale street blues
And watch sweet Sue just kick of her shoes
And I wonder if ever I ask her to dance
She will ever give me a ghost of a chance
Because smooth young Stewart has taken her eye
I 've lost her to him no good that I try
And bouncy young Heather is dancing just fine
My how they bounce but is it the wine
I have never seen girls behave like this
I thought they were angels in satin and lace
But a sweet young brunette has taken my hat
A week or two later she showed me her 'cat '
Then we made love for the very first time
It was really true love and not the red wine
Oh how I loved her, for a score and more years
But in Eighty two it just ended in tears
So now I remember just how it was then
The music thats jazz can come back again
And if you find me with a tear in my eye
Just leave me alone I just want to cry
For thats how i want it i just dont know how
The blues in my lonliness they have me now
Poetry by lastromantichero
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Written on 2006-09-08 at 16:05
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The Blues of My Loneliness by M.A.Meddings entry to Coolaarons music challenge
Above and Around the music blaresLove lies dreaming on wood block stares
Then the man with a horn plays muted down
And the blues are born on this part of town
But Angela looks decidedly nice
A little bit shy so sugar and spice
She only wants me for cuddles and kissing
God does she realise what she is missing
Mr Trad man play Beale street blues
And watch sweet Sue just kick of her shoes
And I wonder if ever I ask her to dance
She will ever give me a ghost of a chance
Because smooth young Stewart has taken her eye
I 've lost her to him no good that I try
And bouncy young Heather is dancing just fine
My how they bounce but is it the wine
I have never seen girls behave like this
I thought they were angels in satin and lace
But a sweet young brunette has taken my hat
A week or two later she showed me her 'cat '
Then we made love for the very first time
It was really true love and not the red wine
Oh how I loved her, for a score and more years
But in Eighty two it just ended in tears
So now I remember just how it was then
The music thats jazz can come back again
And if you find me with a tear in my eye
Just leave me alone I just want to cry
For thats how i want it i just dont know how
The blues in my lonliness they have me now
Poetry by lastromantichero
Read 472 times
Written on 2006-09-08 at 16:05
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