The
Big Easy
A
world away
so
different
From
my home
My
ears rang and sang
With
the loud jazz music
The
jambalaya
And
red crawfish taste like magic
To
my tongue, my mouth
The
crowds, the colorful noise, the spicy coffee
Music
like a brush fire.
I
see it all/hear it all
Still
again,
hot
jazz, cool riffs,
Rhythm
and movement
Hips
grind
to
the tempo, percussion
Body
sways,
caught
in that place
I
lick my lips
And
smile
in
the memory
For
the music and food
Of
my soul
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Edited December 6, 2013
Night in New Orleans – v4
(editing original version)
Edited December 5, 2013
Night in New Orleans – v3
Edited September 20, 2012
“Night in New Orleans – v2”
posted February 10, 2004
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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