I Too Sing The Blues Poem by Samantha Campbell

The blues is my muse
My intricate thoughts fall prey
to smooth horns
and vociferous tambourines
Big Maybelle's
Candy howls
from the inside
of my chest
I am Big Mama hue
Dangling my ample bosom
in the ambiance of juke joint smoke
and highly potent quarts of scotch
scatting and screaming
at the top of my lungs
Motivating the women
and their men folk to slide
on to the creaky boards
and cut a rug
I am thugging this misery
Sometimes I think I'm a
Modern Day Tragedy
Stuck in a venomous cycles
Traveling in circles of repeated hysteria
Is this my only destiny?
When will my past dreams
and dreams about the past
become a present day reality
So I bellow my manifesto
my tedious prayers become my
Harmonious moans
My dress is the color of my spirit
Signifying my innermost feelings
As the pour out on to the asphalt
I am not holidays cheer
I spike my seasonal
egg nog with pessimism
I am far from dainty
More of a woman
I too sing the blues

By Samantha Campbell