The
Big Easy
A
world away
From
my home
From
stillness
A
vibe all its own
Simmering,
boiling
a
city alive
My
ears rang and sang
With
the loud jazz music
The
fresh jambalaya
And
red crawfish taste like magic
To
my tongue, my senses
The
crowds, the colorful noise, the spicy coffee
Music
like a raging brush fire.
I
see it all/hear it all
Still
again, now, in this reading,
Rhythm
and movement
Hips
grind
to
the tempo, percussion
Body
sways,
Perpetual
motion
I
lick my lips
And
smile to myself
joy
washing o’er me
At
the memory, so vivid
Cajun
spices, freedom overflowing,
For
the music and food
Of
my soul
Edited December 5, 2013
Night in New Orleans – v3
Edited September 20, 2012
“Night in New Orleans – v2”
Sunday, July 15, 2001 at 6:22:58 PM EST
edited December 6, 2001
“Night in New Orleans
mostly about trip to New Orleans for Jazz and Heritage
Festival, 1993
and again for job interview at Tulane University 1996
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