Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Cobblestone & Blues
Built on the ages of cobblestone & blues
Where the midnight air becomes littered with
the melody of laughter
Glances become a connection of beauty's reflection
As if in that moment the only direction is
The distance between me and you
Southern soulful strangers tread upon history's diversity
A vague resemblance to the city we call Sin
A street bound with years of memories
And those with the right eyes can see
The beauty and not the pain
Held solemnly on each passing face reveals
A city built on the music notes of the soul
Shrouded in the ambiance of endless beats
Where blues never sleeps
Down in the heart of Beale St.
Copyright (C) Angel Campbell 

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