Beale St. Blues (Ode To Langston Hughes) Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Down by that O river came a sultry sound,
Bluer than blue the way they swayed.
The waves that rocked back and forth to a voice that crooned.
A heavy melody followed those midnight stars that sparkled to the sound.
It attracted those tired, weary like a moth to a flame.
Those young hands that played with age.
Down by that O river came a sultry sound,
Sing brown skin woman, sing!
Hang those worries upon the coat rack, sing your voice
for all to hear.
What happened to those whom sat along the edgy stoop.
What happened to those that flipped up and down the street for all to see.
She sung that song from her very soul down by the edge of Beale St..
The bridge swung low and steady.
Those soulful hands strum that guitar like a damn fool.
that amplifier Bridged the gap between old and new.
That mellow song hummed by a sultry voice.
Sing brown skin woman, Sing!
Give those feet happy feeling!
Give those life that feel they can no long breathe!
Free those oppressed with the tender caress of your lips.
O brown skin woman,
Swing those hips left, then right.
Give those stars reason to sparkle brighter.
Stare out the blinds into the eyes that are nervous to be themselves.
Give them reason to feel like their at home.
Sing brown skin woman, sing!
Down by that O river came a voice so heavenly
God himself cut the moon low to see how bright
That brown skin woman can shine.
Police took down their barriers.
Not a single fight took place that night.
That brown skin woman, full of vigor
Sang the whole night
That Beale St. Blues