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Click herei was just another faceless tourist
walking decatur to jackson square
on my way to the cafe du monde
for beignets and some ice coffee
lost in the seedy swelter of it all
sitting beneath the worn canopy
fanning my face with panama hat
and adrift in a straggle of strangers
and then i heard you brother hack
blowing sweet and pure and clean
on your beaten and battered horn
lifting jesus up down in new orleans
when i give you a dollar i witness
the way you surrender it with love to
that shuffling soul on the sad street
because she needs it more than you
and you play away your soul so fine
i make your record mine and as you
sign it for me 'give your life to jesus
hack bartholemew brother in christ'
i get my blessing down in new orleans
and now rejuvenated and with a new face
i thread my way through the crowd
and feel the sun shine down on me.
i loved the use of "witness" in a poem of blessings. Great work, Steve!
oh take me next time... it has been too long,
wonderful blend of atmosphere, story and message all twisted together in a mouth watering braid
easy on the ears
love it
then you return to bless the readers with your poetry. It's really good, steve! I'm glad you became more than a faceless tourist by the end. I love new orleans and you having me wanting to visit there again.
..and of new orleans..not another place like it!
wonderful read!