Ode to NOLA

sticky sweaty salty palms

hair like sandpaper dressed in grime

cracked corner of the street

two feet walking, four feet walking

marching preschool second line

beads bumping, body grinding, the man in the porkpie hat

wishing i was with you

silent strains from dueling trombones

tubas keeping time

sounds like i ain't never heard, scenes that i ain't never seen

time of my life

cobblestones and cemetaries, sprawling southern filagree

the food, the food, the FOOD!!!

i ate for four at every meal and drank for three or more

lazy hazy front porch morning, one single story high

tiny apartment in the sky

filled with those i love the most

wishing you were here

or somehow i were there

crawfish by the basin, pillows makeshift seatbelts

sun setting slowly over swamps

we danced in streets for Mardi Gras

we danced in streets with little kids

we danced in streets on our way home

we danced in streets

we danced

walking on those streets again

the crooked, the cracked, the grime

garbage spilling everywhere

air like sweat, a constant fog

circadas screech at dusk

i long to see such sights again

i long to be nearby again

to those i love the best

i long to dance with you again

to march along those streets

cracked up, crooked, twisted, slick

the time of my life