<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=547217" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Blues, The Mississippi Way!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Muddy Waters, Robert Johnson, <br>Fats Waller, a'sweatin' at his piano, <br>Bo! You know Bo? <br>You don't know Diddley without Bo! <br>W. C. Handy, in a park in Memphis, <br>Frozen forever in stone, Trumpet in hand, <br>Eyes fixed on that Mighty, Muddy<br>Mississippi River, frozen for all time... </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soft, undulating hips swaying to the <br>Moaning, anguished notes of a horn, <br>Black eyes smiling at my tormented longing, <br>Teasing me with a smile and a glance<br>Over tender shoulders... </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That River, awash on the banks, <br>Over the banks, bringing in black mud, <br>Rich, alive, flowing ever southward, <br>Flowing to its Delta home, <br>Teeming black dirt, pure white cotton, <br>Red hot jazz, and Blues...done right...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Souls, crying in the dark nights, <br>Lost, alone, hurting, forever in pain, <br>Longing... Begging... <br>Calling from the Riverboats, <br>From the shotgun shanties, <br>And the cotton fields, <br>From the bars and the juke joints, <br>Sweet notes, and blue, <br>Pouring into that soft, warm southern night...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From downtown Main Street to Natchez Under The Hill, <br>From downtown banks to the riverbanks, <br>From downtown mansions to the riverbank shanties, <br>From downtown highroads to the riverbank byways, <br>From downtown birthplaces of the rich and famous<br>To the riverbank birthplace of the music of a nation, <br>The blues will take you in, and tell of your heart's pain, <br>Or comfort you, like a motherless child...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hearing the cries of the hurtin', hungry children, <br>Or the late night wail of the Midnight Flyer train, <br>Right on time, not stopping, passing through, <br>Leaving home, and wife, family and babies, <br>Going away...far, far away... </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That train, dragging her cars behind her, <br>Northward, maybe to Detroit city, <br>Or Chicago...always away, <br>For the high cost of $16.95, you can leave, <br>But there might always be <br>The sound in your heart <br>Of Jimmie Rogers, the Singing Brakeman, <br>Wailing 'Mississippi Moon, ' <br>The blues, oozing out of our hearts and souls, <br>Soaking into that rich, black Mississippi soil.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Linda Treat<br>March 11,2009<br>Copyrighted</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Scarlett+Treat">Scarlett Treat</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=547217" data-title="Blues, The Mississippi Way! de Scarlett Treat" data-description="Muddy Waters, Robert Johnson, Fats Waller, a'sweatin' at his piano, Bo! You know Bo? You don't know Diddley without Bo! W. C. Handy, in a park in Memphis, Frozen forever in stone, Trumpet in hand, Eyes fixed on that Mighty, Muddy Mississippi..."></div> </div> </div>

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