Blue suede shoes

I'm from Memphis, home of the blues and birthplace of rock-n-roll. For those of you who don't know much about Memphis - it's rainy, humid, and has a feel of its own. I think if you can sum up Memphis in a song without words it would be Memphis Soul Stew (Solomon Burke) and Walking in Memphis does an adequate job of describing most of things about Memphis that make it my beloved home. We have great music (B.B. King, Isaac Hayes, and Three Six Mafia), good BBQ, and an accent all our own.
I don't know if it is the dreary weather, the stress of the semester, or a hiccup in a relationship, but I'm homesick. Not the "I want my mommy" kind of homesick, but the "I miss my town" kind of homesick. I'm in a blues kind of mood, I want to sit back and listen to B.B. wail away on Lucille. I even miss Elvis (whom I don't even like). I'm a peppy person, but today I'm mellow - I want to put on my blue suede shoes and board a plane. So I'm going to go listen to B.B., drink some coffee, and imagine Reverend Green, the Memphis skyline, and Ole Man River. Here's to hoping for sunshine, playing outside, and a cheerier me.