CRESCENT CITY

There was a hot rain streaming to

heaven onto cobblestone streets. Misty

warm baked sun breezes blow

steady like the sax man, blanketing

the city from work worn docks up

to the statue in Jackson Square.

 

New Orleans offers dreams beneath

magnolias and rattling frontons.

Broken souls sleep off the city on street

cars where its bells ring to raise the dead.

 

Men wear wide ties and dirty stained

shirts while woman fan themselves

from an all day sweat while sporting

flowered hats.

 

Ocean nor river can wash the blues out

of folks living the Crescent City.

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