SAINT
SAINT SATCHMO
White cathedral Black spires pierce
cobalt sky Wrought iron Crumbling
stone Chipped paint Jazz hounds
Lumpy tourists
Sun has set Light slanting No shadows
Circus barker dances Solitary girl Raggedy 21
Voice hollow tin can rings out over inky Quarter
There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun
Feet walk in other direction LOUIS ARMSTRONG AIRPORT
Slight chop Bridge over Ponchartrain ends
Ice welcomes Colourful outfits fade Tinny voice
wakes me at 4 a.m. these days
I’m goin’ back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain
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Deep Winter 2014
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