Alleycat Blues_ab

Alleycat Blues_ab

Down on Beale Street
By Ole Man River
In a dim alley
Of garbage galore
Revealing highlights
On our brass bodies
Sweet tunes of blues
Whistle into the night
Songs to get over
Pain, loss, and love
My trumpet friend
Bellows the the echoes
Gathering new peers
The trombone lets
himself be known
by his boasting moans
I sit and wait, moving
to the beat, waiting
for my solo that will
Have everyone on their feet
The rest pause, straining
to hear the ole' sound
comin' from my saxaphone
Horn o' blues
They wait for my solo
As I'm held high
To the sky, with my
Rising moans
Even the alleycats
Can't hide in their boxes
With fishbones danglin'
Out of their mouths
They prance to the music
Lurning new people
The rythym that flows
off the brick walls
My friends joinin' back in
Harmonic music rampin
In the streets, everyone's dancin'
To this new beat
We metallic instruments
Become widely known
Bringin' down whole towns
With our new sounds
Love and pain
Alone and afraid
New nights to be remembered
As the great Ole' Blues