songanddancegirl

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

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

__

 

Late Winter  2014

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