songanddancegirl

"It's about words, and words are all I have…"

SWEET CHARIOT

SWEET  CHARIOT  COMIN  FOR  TO  CARRY  ME  HOME

Sometimes I see    The Quarter   in sepia tones    drifting by

in my mind’s eye        Was I even there?    What proof  do I

have  except a dull throb  mid-chest              Was I shot  and now dead?

 

Everyday is the end of the world for somebody  

Said Monk      Big Chief of New Orleans

 

Maybe these are my     End of Days    

Where the blast of Irvin’s trumpet  will

carry me home          Swing Low

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*New Orleans LA   has the highest murder rate in the U.S. for cities with a population of over 200,000.

 

Winter  2013

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