# 1/30 Old and Fresh

The days are colored sweaty hot and damp

with a mixture of heavy humidity too hot for sneakers
not even ray bans can keep the sun at bay


But it’s the night life that catches these eyes
Where the aura of neon lights
shines bright on history's lost ideas


Urban city Memphis,
where beale is spelt with “ale”
not “ill”


So ill,
we be tight packed bodies,
slanging dreams you feel


They say the sounds of symphonies are beautiful,
they must have not heard the melodies of these youthful people,


Its bone chilling these southern songs our bodies compose
Yea, it’s grimy out here,
its rot out here
Guess that’s why we can grind anywhere,
jaun


Known for having more stories on first 48 than any other city,
We die every day,
to bring family time to your dinner tables
and flat tv screens
And it seems,
the sun simmers like bbq coals,
turning darker toned folks charred black


It’s not a lack of money that’s got my city suffering,
It’s a lack of leadership,
of fresh ideas,
of people willing to become the box they think in
so they can break out the box,
there’s a key to every lock,
and one day will find ours


See, I know what makes jazz so soulful,
What makes the river look gray during the day


It’s the people;
it’s this city,


its
Memphis