Nola Perez Poet Blank verse

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.

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Poet Destroyer A October 13, 2013 at 1:44 AM Nola... CONGRATULATIONS:) on having your poem featured on the soups HOME PAGE. goodnight. <3 =LINDA=

Daver Austin October 8, 2013 at 10:35 AM Once more, dear Nola. I aint never been there, but do admire the scene and the Hurt and the Fountain. Love, Dave Daver Austin October 8, 2013 at 10:35 AM Congrats on the selection.

Daver Austin April 11, 2009 at 6:01 AM Is this where you "aint," honey? You got de style and de imagination. How wonderful to read a poet with something original to say. Love, daver

Sara Lokken February 22, 2009 at 6:57 AM A very interesting piece. I'm half French, but really not cultured into it.....but I've got the tastes in wine, lol. Really like your work, and will be reading you. Best wishes, Sara