songanddancegirl

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

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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stlouisOZ

 

 

 

Deep Winter  2014

 

 

 

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