Jook Joint Poem by Barry Middleton

Jook Joint



You still hear the blues at the jook*.
By the way, that word rhymes with book.
Down home people say, we went jookin',
listen up, and then you can go lookin'.
Po Monkey's would be the right place,
and perhaps they'll reserve you a space.
Drive past Merigold just a ways,
and the music is sure to amaze.
Cold beer is a part of the deal,
and dancing still has its appeal.
And I give you my word, you'll never forget it,
but don't wait, or you may live to regret it.
~~~~~
*Pronounced "jook" joint but usually spelled juke.
Po Monkey's Lounge is located in Merigold, Ms.

Jook Joint
Sunday, March 12, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: blues,fun,music
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dimitrios Galanis 12 March 2017

Life's moments lived poetically presented. Nice

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Barry Middleton 12 March 2017

These places are disappearing from the southern landscape just as old Florida is fading away. The owner of Po Monkey's died last year so I am not sure what will happen to it.

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