Night in New Orleans (New Awlins) – v3

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

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2013/12/night-in-new-orleans-new-awlins-v3.html

Edited September 20, 2012

“Night in New Orleans – v2”

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2012/09/night-in-new-orleans-nuhawluns-v2.html

Sunday, July 15, 2001 at 6:22:58 PM EST

edited December 6, 2001

“Night in New Orleans

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2004/02/night-in-new-orleans-nuhawluns.html

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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