Bright noisy streets
Unattached and watching
The jazz, the sass,
The Street, Bourbon
Late April
Thick with tourists
Easy marks
And their watchers
In the shadows
On the corner
Bump and grab
proposition
Takes all kinds
Shapes and colors
On the street
N.O. P.D. there but not
Edgy
Past midnight
Hum of the beat
Continues
Lingers
Smells and moods
Mix
In the dark
Away from the centers
Under the porches
Later still
Same and different
Slower darker
Safe on the street
Danger near
Old Absinthe
A trumpet wails
Without competition
Any more
Another drink
Another tip
Another scene surveyed
Last call
4 AM
(Raymond A. Foss)
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