Treme, New Orleans ( Fish and Chips )
And a woman sits on her
Porch, and you could see
All of New Orleans from it
And all her life has been Psalm
91, and Mogen David wine and
And making wishes come true
On a Singer sewing machine
And she reaps what she sews
And James Brown reminds her
That we won’t quit, until we get our
Share; that life may deliver the left
Hook that brings up down, but Jesus
Will give us the courage to get up again
And keep going
Fish and chips and gumbo and
The sounds of Treme from a
Sewing Macinine
Always find a way to keep going…
~~~
Listening To Neil Young After A Snowstorm
the sound flows through my ears
like hot chocolate, baptizing
the back of my throat
i see visions of old hippies
sitting in a circle, lost on
waves of melody
a cinnamon girl is a
bell bottomed dream
i see her braless nipples
like bullets through her
t-shirt, i smile at her
and she reciprocates
“we only have one country left”
says the bearded man
“let’s save it, while we still can”
we get high on the 70s as the
joint is passed around
you can always find freedom
in the sound
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