Jazzy Notes of Beale Street

The night air was sticky and thick as she peeled her baby doll tee away from her flushed skin. The locals seemed to be oblivious to the humidity...and as she started to let herself go-she did too.
Stepping off two concrete steps, she finds herself stepping into a place she has never been before...a place that seems to draw her in almost immediately.
The sky is a darkened blue, evening has set and the lights of Beale St. light up everywhere. Like a hermit to its shell, life slowly starts to pour out into this street celebration. Trying to understand it...reason it, she wonders why so much celebration on just a normal day. Until she realizes that she is reasoning too much and not letting herself experience this event.
So here we are again, the lights on Beale St. are all aglow...and night life has just begun. The idea of a night life is almost forien to her. The closest thing she has ever had to a night life is the rustle of the wind and the song of the crickets.
Every shop known to man is open on this one street, and everyone seems to get along....for once. Everything here eludes to the fact that the King had been here...
As she presses her nose up to the glass of a down town pub, she can see happiness...weather it be genuine or not. Everyone is immersing themselves in the latest karaoke song and getting intoxicated.....perhaps the ale?
Next door a woman gets her companions name inked upon her breast....a mistake? She would find out soon enough.
Some of the locals entertain passing crowds with stunts...had you not known you would think this was some sort of special event rather than a daily occerence.
And around the corner, out of a near by building pours the sensual soft sounds of a sax. the jazzy notes seem to relax her....yet engage her...leave her wanting more.
Searching for the notes...she wants to find the source of the captivating sounds. It screams of just a moment away...tieing together the whole scene. Finally she gives up...allowing what she can hear be enough. She's thankful.
Closing her eyes she allows the notes of Beale St. to pervade her mind and be the only thought that consumes her.
The notes seem to fill everything that she is and gives her a new appreciation for music...real music.
She doesn't know if she will ever be back here....or even if she will get to experience this same thing-but she knows she will never forget the notes.