A NAWLINS LULLABY
by GG Watt
The first time I laid eyes eyes
On her it was love
At first sight!
I closed my eyes
And breathed in
The aroma of this
Fair city.
Jazz came dancing
Out of every doorway.
On Basin Street.
To me it sounded like
A soft, sweet jazz lullaby.
Echos of the past grabbed
At your heart as you hurried by.
Memories stayed with you
Even after returning home.
Stately mansions, sweet aromas
Of Jambalyah, Crawfish pie,
Etouffee filled great reflections
Of a fabulous vacation. Fun time enjoying
Lunch at the Court of Two Sisters.
More memories were the luscious food,
We enjoyed Jumbalya , Andolle with
Bernaise Sauce, Shrimp Emeralde,
Baked Alaska at Antoines. We
Learned of Queen and King Neptune,
Mardi Gras floats,Meyer t he mad hatter,
Shopping at Bon Marche, grasshopper cocktails,
Early morning benyets at Cafe de Monde.
Watching Orleaners buy magazines, smokes,gum, mints,
While exchanging neighborhood gossip,
Latest news with smiling Mr. Sid.
These memories lingered
Long after returning home.
I think of them often ever sense.
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