Easy

I was there for the sax.

At the moment, just soulless sounds, foreboding

Hapless shoes, strangers shuffling', mumbling'.

"You on the hustle man?"

"Sho nuff, down to my last twenty."

Too much sugar, sweat, spice, fat, clean gumbo, dirty bowl.

"What you starin' at shorty?" Like she didn't know.

The parade starts, stops, never stops, stops.

Neon brings the insects, two legged, surging, swarming.

Breasts like novelty coffee mugs, her blouse a bag of feral cats.

Turn the corner and hear the first cloying notes.

Sax was imminent, brush the back beat like her jet black hair.

A seat, a Sazerac, her pooling brown eyes from across the room.

Bass and then bass as she stood and slinked to the bar.

Swaying to the eternal, hazy rhythm, greeting the yuletide vampires.

Reviews

[Thomas W Case]

Brilliant. Great use of dialogue to set the scene. Powerful and vivid write.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This was a delight to read, such candid descriptions with verbal innuendo dangling like a carrot. A cool write. F.

[Poetic Beauty]

This reminds me of scene from a jazz/blues club in New Orleans where the music was the initial draw but a woman catches the eyes

[Crowley]

That is the gist. I always have a good time there. Thanks!

[Poetic Beauty]

I enjoy music in general. Different genres from different eras. There is something transporting and ethereal about music and the way it can enhance the moment

[Lorry]

I dont know which descriptipn of bressts i like more, the novelty mugs or the fersl cats in her blouse! 😊
It makes me think i might give it another chance, sax i mean, having stated previously that jazz was just noise waiting for a tune to hsppen. Maybe there is more to it after all. 😊

[Crowley]

Lol...yeak, I was staring at a ltopless woman walking down Bourbon, no clothing just painted. She shouted, "what you staring at?" I shouted back "What the hell do you think I'm staring at"Good times. Thanks Lorry!

[Lorry]

Ha! She sounds Scottish to me! ☺

[Davidgeo]

You're a pretty funny guy.

[Crowley]

My kids don't think so...lol. thanks!

[Davidgeo]

They will eventually. One way or another.

[emmajoygreen]

Admit to having to read your other friends' reviews to sort my wondering. Can but say that there is something here that beckons a visit to really understand the sights, the people and mood. An unknown quantity that overspills, perhaps?

'"You on the hustle man?"
"Sho nuff, down to my last twenty."
Too much sugar, sweat, spice, fat, clean gumbo, dirty bowl.
"What you starin' at shorty?" Like she didn't know.
The parade starts, stops, never stops, stops.'

[Crowley]

It's an experience. Definitely has its own unique feel. Mixture of excitement and disgust and definitely history. Thanks Emma!

[Neville]

as soon as I opened the page and closed my eyes I knew I was back on Bourbon Street .. Hell this is so bloomin good Crowley .. all I need now is a hurricane in a brown paper bag to kick start 2024 ..

[Crowley]

I did have a hurricane or two, played the washboard at the Bayou Club, did Karaoke at the Cat's Meow and wore shorts into the Hotel Roosevelt for cocktails.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you are one of the reasons I stay here at WC.

[Crowley]

Wow, thanks for that Jacob. That means a lot coming from you. I feel the same about you. Happy Holidays! Hope the new year is kind to you!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"yuletide vampires" love that.
This poem is the Blues played at full throttle.
I was swaying to it.
"sho nuff"!

[Crowley]

Was just in New Orleans. That place is a young mans game for sure, but, I find the atmosphere one of the best to write a little something while you are there. Also just finished the Passenger by Cormac McCarthy...loved the New Orleans influence in that book. Thanks Jacob!!!