Saturday, October 15, 2005



plantation's secrets -
humid night stops myrtles' clocks
for timeless complaint

shreveport diner grits,
butter and honey, sunrise
to fry an egg with

from th’garden district

window, th’days get more sultry

inside, th’fan slows down

tales ‘f old storyville,

august rains, red lights – she pours
‘nother hurricane 

th’guy can pay up front,

she says, ‘r in all th’other ways –


soft jazz on th’radio,

out ‘n basin street, th’edge ‘f th’hurr’cane-
she goes back to sleep

calls on voodoo, but too late,

betting on the saints

ma raised her cath'lic,
he worshipped n'orleans football -
they married saints' day

trucker's souls' day prayer

for those who're caught between worlds

rest stop, baton rouge

'laska to florida,
traffic thins, ten near m'tairie -
time f'r thanksgiving nap

just off basin street,

busker's night ends - frigid dawn,
old cemetery

stone's throw from n'orleans -
crawdad gumbo, zydeco,
'r own kind of christmas

playing the 'bon temps' -
fiddler gets a little french,
gumbo t'fight the cold

buskers hide bottles,
illicit french quarter port -
champagne soon enough

on this night, wolf moon’s stronger

than all th’clubs combined

vagrancy's a crime
'f'you'll get on out of n'o'l'ans
save jail cells for gras

bourbon street fiddler's
yankee accent fades away -
parade approaches

tourists in n'orleans
gave mardi gras to the world -
we flee t'lafayette

morganza spillway:
give the river what it wants -

waiting to give blood,
on a seedy n'orleans stoop -
magnolias blooming

parish bingo hall -
she bristles at the comment:
'skimpy' easter dress

wisteria blooming -

cajun voice reaches quarter's

parisian tourists

kudzu envelops
spirit, blocks april sunshine -
far from ponchartrain

cam’ron parish beach –

wide ‘n’ sparkling, but th’joy ‘f spring, gone,

guess she knows too much

ten west t'ward texas -
"wisht i'd traveled when i's young" -
wildflowers beckon



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