I don’t want to stop writing the Blues,
Or singing Spirituals, or creating
Swings from Bebop and getting the Soul.
I don’t want to because
I will be like a broom sweeping a brook,
Or a mosquito coil burning its fragrance on the moon.
If I stop writing the Blues
The ghost of those melodies I have written before
Would come back to haunt me
And the scare leads me on
To want to write the Blues again,
And sing Spirituals; hence
Make Swings from Bebop
And get out the Soul.
Immediately I finish singing one song
Another song appears to me
Like a rosy sun in a juvenile sky.
So I got to
Let your body go with the Swing
And let your soul go with the flow.
Bad friends the Blues because
They make you never leave them
And bad me as well
Who never want to stop writing the Blues.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Immediately I finish singing one song Another song appears to me Like a rosy sun in a juvenile sky./ beautiful lines, i enjoyed reading the poem, thanks for sharing, if you find time please read some of my poems and leave your comments