The Big Easy
A world away
From home
My ears rang and sang
With the loud jazz music
The jumbalaya
And red crawfish taste like magic
To my tongue.
The crowds, the colorful noise, the spicy coffee
Music like a brush fire.
I see it all/hear it all
Still again
Rhythm and movement
Hips grind
Body sways
I lick my lips
And smile
For the music and food
Of my soul
(Raymond A. Foss)
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