It ain’t the yuppie of The Angels;
No show and flash of Chi-Town;
Or the wall st drudge of New Amsterdam…
This town don’t cater to us;
We cater to the town:
The black dude shakes
the aggressor’s hand
The white dude
stands
ready to fight
Jesus watches over us all in the square;
The ghosts giggle down the alleys;
Voodoo is the religion
and no one gives a damn about any rules.
Life all is only what it is
and when it’s not
well
ya always got those horns blowin’…
af
(written in the middle of the night in the middle of the french quarter)
..nawlins!!!
Who Dat?