St james Town

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
An attempt at a Blues poem

Submitted: October 30, 2011

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Went down to St James, the town that never sleeps,

Saw men on the sidewalk talking, spirits high

The din of cars and taxi’s punctuated by the horn,

Dis man steps out a taxi, his friends high five.

Then falls in, to drink the cold Puncheon rum

Night falls and still there’s no end to de day

Black men, brown men, yellow men too

The din and babble of men high, on spirits tall.

Reggae music playing, old Bob Marley tune,

No woman, no cry, ain't, no woman round this bar.

A bunch of men, shouting and laughing, one with toothless grin and wide mouth smile.

The din and babble of men high, on spirits tall.

With rum and coke on ice, in trembling old hand

One tries to dance to the music but stumbles, and falls,

“Friends” laugh at the "entertainment" for the night,

The din of the babble of men high on spirits tall.

A TV screen glares in the background, a football match

Men whispering, round’s bought, no sissy drinks allowed.

Grocery money spent, leaving hungry children and mashed up wives

The din and the babble of men high on spirits tall.


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