Days in the life of a poet

When life gets too complicated and our hearts and minds seek out what is good and provides us sustenance...poetry is the breath of life. Words allow us to communicate...to express that within us that is most precious and real. We crave that which is familiar and gives us comfort...read and receive*

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Big Easy in Me


Just finished eating two day old
okra gumbo (after the seasonings have settled)
so good it, takes me back to
St. Charles Avenue streetcar rides…
Magazine St., to the end of the line
to Audubon Park, on the Riverfront
…crawfish boils with WYLD
weekends…picnics and holding hands
on riverboat cruises and stolen kisses
beneath broad magnolias and
a sweeping elm’s shady cool…
while families enjoyed the day

Good gumbo can cause nostalgia when
…you’re homesick and longing
for back in the days when
life was the way we lived
…70’s house parties and
slow-dragging under a black bulb
New Orleans summer times and
falling in love with a pretty girl
good fun, good food…and times

The late night walks in the Quarter
…Canal St., lit up like Vegas or
“second-line Sundays” on Claiborne Avenue
and buck-jumpin with…
Rebirth Brass Band and people yellin out
“Le sez le bon temps roulette!”
(Let the good times roll!)…happy
…free and how we love…living
There’s no place
…like where I’m from*      

Jon` B. Crenshaw
Big Easy in Me
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