Night in New Orleans (Nuhawluns) by Raymond A. Foss
The Big Easy A world away From home
My ears rang and sang With the loud jazz music The jumbalaya And red crawfish taste like magic To my tongue. The crowds, the colorful noise, the spicy coffee Music like a brush fire.
I see it all/hear it all Still again Rhythm and movement Hips grind Body sways
I lick my lips And smile For the music and food Of my soul
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