The French Ain'T Got No Blues, Blues
Ain't got no mean, lowdown, painful, hurtin'
all night come home to me Baby, blues.
Ain't New Or-leens out them two-storey
sycamore-lined windows that don't open
to Memphis piano-roll sweet afternoons as
sweet as making love in beignet coffee-time
mornings where there's Basin Street Boogie
on street corners, and Gladys--she done
caught that Midnight Train to Georgia.
Copyright © Nola Perez | Year Posted 2007
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