Nowhere Blues Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Sensual songtress,
Lying awake while the rest of the world lies asleep,
Are you going somewhere, while you lie there awake,
Will you be early,
Will you be late,
Why stare the way you stare,
Coming undone at the seams, as the rest of the world keeps theirs tightly woven,
Some other time perhaps, maybe in a different light,
One foot in front of the other,
As you walk down the dark negro street,
Sometimes, do you sing to yourself as you move under the manilla lights,
Shining bright, shining through the dull man made cover,
Do you keep your laces tight, or loosely tied,
With hands that sway by your side, do you sing your song,
Do the willows still weep by the country side before your voice is heard,
Tell me,
Those eyes,
Do they whisper to the stars,
Satisfied with the pats of your feet,
Walking with purpose, as the world seems to move pass,
Does the road become longer or shorter,
Keeping the stars company,
While the moon falls in love with a down south gal, such as yourself,
Tell me,
Are you sleep during your walks,
Do you fall into the sky with lace trim and buttermilk laments,
The songs you sing slanted to the left of yesterday,
Steadly going somewhere while going nowhere