i want to
return to down home
hospitality,
a world of
"babe" and "hon"
and easy smilin,
food for the soul.
dreams envelop me
like aromas from
the kitchen:
us, walking in Memphis
together, hands in
harmony, feet in time
with the Beale Street Blues.
loving the endless summer,
days dragging on
like cicada songs,
knowing that i'm
where i need to be.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
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