James Moody fits my mood indigo in the wee small hours think of you Blue you dance on the notes and in between always and forever but you've changed the whole world has changed since I met you baby one thousand years ago and yesterday just another song I hum and try to sing harmony to as the clock winds down quiet in this dusty town but up mainstreet in a bistro 'round midnight a sax hones my story knows the tune~june gone and july's sulphur trails cry circles on the boulevard of broken dreams yours and mine
I heard this one all the way. what great beauty in the pathos!
Lin, I just wrote something (not yet posted)from when I had my bar,reminds me of this in a way.
Reviewed by Martin Hebert (Reader)
Reviewed on July 6, 2006
~~Linda~~this is a very sad poem~beautiful in it's own way~~
What can I add, that all have done so well, on this wonderful poem depicting a rural town in almost any Southern State where you can hear the blues sung most any night.
When the summer's haze drifts into the evening and the vapors from heat wave over the streetlamp...when far off in some alley a saxophone drones out the blues...this poem plays out it's message.
Awesome Linda.
Susan
Linda
A real bluesy and moody piece that you can dwell on...
I can imagine rocking on a Georgian porch on a hot summer's night watching the fireflies dance, hearing the cacophony of cricket song, with the strains of Ray Charles singing " Georgia on my Mind "...
Way Cool
Peter
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Regis
Love Tinka
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Not quite Judy Moody..lol
Lin, I just wrote something (not yet posted)from when I had my bar,reminds me of this in a way.
~~martin~~
Fee
Ron
Elizabeth
Awesome Linda.
Susan
A real bluesy and moody piece that you can dwell on...
I can imagine rocking on a Georgian porch on a hot summer's night watching the fireflies dance, hearing the cacophony of cricket song, with the strains of Ray Charles singing " Georgia on my Mind "...
Way Cool
Peter
cry circles on the boulevard of broken dreams
yours and mine" oh that's classic