Weary Blues

Inspired by my brief (and now fixed... I hope) troubles with my love. This is from a summer school assignment this year. We studied the Harlem Renaissance and made poems that had to include the 5th stanza in this.

Weary Tune

I'm just hoofin' it down the street
Hoofin' it down this here street
I need somewhere to rest my weary feet.

Whistling a tune
Whistling a tune
Just a weary blues tune.

Yes look away
Just look away
Avoid my eyes and get on with your day.

'Cause I ain't got nothin'
'Cause I don't know nothin'
All I got is this weary blues tune.

I got the weary blues
And I cant be satisfied
I got the weary blues
And I cant be satisfied
I ain't happy no mo'
And I wish I had died.

I wish I had died
I wish I hadn't lied
I wish instead of losing you
I lost my pride.

Now I have nowhere to go
Now I have nowhere to turn
Just because of the Book I burned.

So I'm hoofin' it down the street
Hoofin' it down the street
Avoidin' the eyes of the people I meet.