Beale Street

three decades ago,

a man with one pop hit

had the experience of a

lifetime in a place where

the roots of Americana

were birthed and raised

and his agnosticism,

his existentialism,

his confusion about

the definite and

the indefinite as

concepts have

become legendary

and today we all walk

in all those other places

in much the same way

we stare on in awe

as the sights and sounds

of city lights and strikes

create a music all their own

and we internalize it,

compartmentalize it,

compare it and contrast it

with all the priors that had

the chance to bless and

curse our senses

and does that awe really

translate itself into

transcendence?

or are we taking the memories

and making them into something

that's more than it really is?

maybe a walk on Beale Street

is the same as a walk on Colfax Avenue

and years later,

those unique experiences

and the meaning made from them

fade away to dust or stay as clear

as the auto-focus on a cell phone camera

either way,

the agent is the owner

of all those experiences

and the memories made from them

it's all just another part

of the human story,

the human tapestry

that makes us whole

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Each of are a part of this world history.
"it's all just another part
of the human story,
the human tapestry
that makes us whole"
I enjoyed the thoughts and the logic of the poetry. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Kenneth The Poet]

Thank you, Coyote.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[wordman]

they say it`s another place in time !

[Kenneth The Poet]

Agreed. Like a lot of your poems, I was inspired by a specific song when I wrote this. I was wondering if you knew the singer and the song. And thank you for the review as always.

[wordman]

well i would need some details

[Kenneth The Poet]

Song was released in 1991, the opening lines are "Put on my blue suede shoes and I boarded a plane..."

[wordman]

walking in memphis,mark cohn

[Kenneth The Poet]

Very good, sir.