Blues Hall Juke Joint
Down there on Beale Street
is a joint you need to know
where they play the Delta Blues
‘til you hurt down to your toes
Some nights though
this juke joint is rockin’
just come right on in
there’s no need to be knockin’
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Linked to dVerse Poets Pub — Quadrille:#131 – with Brain Miller, where co-founder Brian asks us to celebrate the 10th anniversary of dVerse with a “juke” quadrille.
Quadrille: A poetic form introduced at dVerse Poets Pub circa 2011. The rules for Quadrille: not including the title, a poem of exactly 44 words using the prompt word or its variant.
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if the house is a rockin don’t bother knockin….ah, sounds like a place i would enjoy an evening or two at…blues…or a bit o rock….
Love this one.
A Beale Street juke joint — most definitely the place to be!
This building (juke joint) is in the national Historic Register – National Register #66000731 https://www.flickr.com/photos/tags/66000731%2C
Cool❣️
I believe I lived a previous life in The Big Easy. Don’t clearly recall if I saxed it; might’ve been a drummer. The 1st time I visited, I knew my way around the Quarter as if I’d grown up there. It totally freaked out my Ex (and me, too, to be honest).
That is freaky!
I can almost feel the beat!
Nicely done Ron. I like the way your poem flows so smoothly and the rhymes make it work!
That picture and your poem made me think of pool halls. Always lots jumping in those places.
The Delta Blues – wonderful! A great atmospheric quadrille, Ron!
It sounds like a cool place, Ron. True Beale Street blues.
Gotta love the blues!
ah – i can feel that blues… nice
Let’s hear it for every juke joint in the world … past / present. Love your quadrille! It rocks.
I absolutely love this! 💝💝
I had the pleasure of visiting Beale St. and may or may not have been to the Blues Hall. There were so many to explore. Your poem brought back memories of the music and the atmosphere. There is nothing like the blues.
-Mish-
A fine ‘juking’ poem, Ron!
Me too. I looked at the picture and thought, ‘been there.’ Great poem and take on the prompt.
This sounds like such a great place to be…