Let’s go down to Memphis
Listen to some old time blues
That might be news to me
Feel the joy in the melancholy
As wailing guitars push out notes
Like potbellied tears
And tiny little diamonds
We’ll dance by the stage
With that sweet ol’ man with the cap
How do you say no
To a sweet ol’ man with a cap?
We will marvel
At the Beale Street Blues Boy
His portrait on the wall
The reason for it all
We’ll try those deep fried pickles
Savor the sweet tang of the ribs
Lip smackin’, hip packin’
As we sway to the rhythm
Of the house band
Let’s take a walk
Beside the muddy Mississippi
The sound of the sax
Rising softly at our backs
We’ll ride the horse drawn carraige
Lit up like Christmas
Because that is what you do
When you’re down in Memphis
~
Rest in Peace, Mr. B.B. King
(September 16, 1925 – May 14, 2015)
~
Dedicated to my friend, Ann and a road trip I will never forget.
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