Night in New Orleans (New Awlins) – v4

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

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2013/12/nightin-new-orleans-new-awlins-v4.html

(editing original version)

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

posted February 10, 2004

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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