Monday, August 23, 2004

Big Easy Vignettes

Afternoons in the heartland of jazz
even the buskers are hot,
sitting in the shade,
blowing on Summertime.

Evenings, the ghosts of bayou pirates
groove to the new music then drift
down Bourbon Street throwing
beads at drunk, giggling girls.

Mornings, revellers stumble
to Café du Monde for Café au lait,
echo of driving blues and the day's
street cleaners pounding in their heads.






5 comments:

Elizabeth said...

NEW ORLEANS!!!! I love it there. I lived there for 3 full montsh and my heart aches for it.

Elizabeth said...

NEW ORLEANS!!!! I love it there. I lived there for 3 full months and my heart aches for it.

Elizabeth said...

I loved it so much I posted it on the daily poetry on my site.

Peter Garner said...

Hi Elizabeth. Well, I was just there for a week, but I loved it too. Thanks for stopping by.

Peter

Aisha said...

Peter! I mean, Teper!

I am so stupid. Never thoght to click on your name in my blog-- and this is exactly what I need: a fix of New Orleans after withdrawal set in.

Aisha the Weeping Birthday Girl :)