Down South Memphis Girl Poem by Kewayne Wadley

From North, South, East to West
My down south Memphis girl.
From your hair, down to your nails
No one has style quite like yours.
When you put your dress on
Everyone's head turns in search of the one
thing that sets their soul on fire.
From the passing cars to the crowded late nights
spent on Beale St.
Whether your cup was filled with a walk me down
in front of wet willies
Or a straight shot of Hennessey outside of Alfred's
No one else could do it quite like you
My down south Memphis girl.
With eyes as historic as the strip itself.
Walking up and down
the street with you
My down south Memphis girl.
I'll buy all of the flower man's flowers
and make a crown just for you