Best Beale Poems

Way down in Itta Bena
Down the Mississippi way
B. B. King was born
         And boy could this guy...

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BEALE STREET LADY
My heart has no endurance for the haul
thru loves heart rending nuisance of it all;
I'll not allow a trival game
entice my soul to...

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This poem wants to make a change . . .

To be a strong yet silent raised fist in Mexico, 1968.

To stand at a window w/a...

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My basin of gravy has the worst raspberry tart...

My baby has the worst farts(translation)

My man's ian beale blotto, so 'es intercity is spent...

translation:  My...

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© Ben Burton 2-8-2015

When sunrise broke, expected clouds
Were nowhere to be seen
Yet, rain was falling in the crowd
Halfway to Beale Street

Across the well-kept, mourning lawn
Inside...

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blue echo today
notes fading down on Beale Street
no more now Lucille...

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Pardon my Gardens; they're withered and grey:
Unkempt and wild and quite defiled
Given my odd and reclusive ways:
Eccentric is my fashion style

Look at Life through special...

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Elvis Aaron Presley, Elvis, came from poor beginnings
born in Tupelo, Mississippi to Vernon and Gladys
this boy loved the gospel music in church . . ....

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Tonight I walk alone
For no apparent reason
I have friends who care for me
But I had to get out of the bar
I couldn’t stand the band...

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In Memphis, on Beale Street,
The piano man played,
A whiskey on ice at his side.
He commanded his fingers
And oh, they obeyed
And we all tagged along for...

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In the corners where the smokers smoke,
A rainy day on beale street for music folks.
They claim they don't remember a thing under the green smoke.
Trying...

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I was on my way to Nashville,
Planned to be a country star,
The Grand Old Opry was where I was meant to be.
I drove across the...

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When a place becomes immortalized
In song or written word,
You wonder if the image matches
What you've read or heard.

It's similar to when you get
A real-life close-up...

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Context: This was a letter written to Frank who is a character in the book If Beale Street Could Talk. 

Dear Frank,
Your head is muddled...

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My roommates Leong, Sophie, (Charles) and I were coming from a Yale sporting event. The sky looked like a dirty Swiffer-mop and the wind seemed...

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