Sweet Louisiana

they sang the blues in the Lou'ziana
they sang the blues and wail and moan
they got some blues in Lou'ziana
you can listen but you got to be grown

now blues ain't slow in Lou'ziana
i hear you can party all through the night
the blues is sweet in Lou'ziana
and they say the blues is alright

they git down and dirty in Lou'ziana
say you in for a real good time
life is sweet in Lou'ziana
and the food is ‘specially fine

they got the mardi gras in Lou'ziana
i hear they party for two weeks straight
i got to get down to Lou'ziana
Lord knows I can't wait

i'm goin' down to Lou'ziana
gon' get me some shrimp and crawfish etoufee
i'm gon' party hard in Lou'ziana
gon' party all night and sleep all day


Copyright ©2003 Alynetta Beck

His Words

The said he spoke so eleoquently
With words dripping from his lips
So sensual so beautiful
I had to go to see him
Had to hear him speak
I listened
A stranger at the mic
Or so i thought
He searched the audience
As if he was searching my very soul
And juggled words and phrases
that invoked memories untold.
He spoke as if he knew me,
His words burned right through me.

I began to feel uncomfortable,
A bit shaken by his knowledge of my life
His audience? Did they know? Could they tell?
But it felt so right.
He gripped the mic
and our eyes met
as his expressions rapily exposed
my innermost thoughts.
And just when I couldn't take anymore
His audience exploded into thunderous applause.

©2009 Alynetta Beck