Louisiana Song

Abundant French verandas with their wrought iron swivel
Locomotive trolleys full steam ahead
People in motion talking their drivel 
Ain’t no better place they’d wanna be instead
Trumpets blare from street corners
Crooning for cash 
Deep in their eyes revealing mourners 
Poignant about an unchanging past  
Louisiana song – so deep and such soul
And with you, grows old 
Mellow and morose; American life
Harmony of love, passion, heartache and strife

Charm and composition from ages ago
Begotten city of soul, becoming my beau 
Mellifluous history with people and mystery
The magic of a city so old
And after the day I leave 
When I am back home and long gone 
I can muse over my time with this Louisiana Song 

About Maya

I like words like "labyrinthian," "kerfuffle," and "serendipitous" because they're mellifluous. I love poetry, pumpkin ales, sangria, long summer days, Fall foliage, going out of my way to step on crunchy leaves in October, live music, Jazz, Salsa dancing, theater, film (foreign and indie), the arts (myriad varieties), dance (in theory and practice) and any place where I can sit outdoors and take it all in.
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