A Baby Cries

March 13, 2020

The bike broke down, my money gone, Beale Street calling —Memphis in my dreams The diner’s empty, last quarter found, the jukebox playing —Memphis in my dreams The waitress smiles, she’s off at six, her place a walk —Memphis in my dreams The kindness of strangers, a baby cries, the sun’s come up —Memphis in my dreams (Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

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Kurt Philip BehmMar 15, 2020

Thanks so much for commenting.  I'm gladyou enjoyed it. Kurt

Annette M VelasquezMar 15, 2020

I like the bluesy jazz feel to this... there are definitely musical comparisons- repetition, stark, vivid imagery, a down- home, poor, but sweet atmosphere. This poem is nicely crafted, it has authenticity, honesty and clarity- perhaps the three most important things for any writer. You've intrigued the reader and painted a literary picture- a sense of place, Southern, laid-back, almost dreamy.