GAMBLIN MAN
MY FATHER WAS A GAMBLIN MAN DOWN IN NEW ORLEANS
I am still in the Vieux Carre´ marching by day among
the carnival crowd of old white Floridians My Russian
cabbie tells me that New Orleans is SAFE as long as I:
Do Not Walk Past The Traffic Light Over There
I am grit-ridden & in beauty overload feet hurt hip may
need replacing But it is here that I stayed & swayed by
the scent of sewage & bourbon I did not get on my plane
So when you see me sylph-like on the icy streets of Toronto
pass your hand through me Go on make my day
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Late Winter 2014
songanddancegirl 