in spirit I am at mardi gras
with all of you
brass rattles the barely-cooled
beers in beige cans
today in the treme there’s
shades of célèbre
today on some islay a girl
with jet black hair
this week on an airplane
another one scared
two westerners teaching
future businessmen
in a strange and universal
money tongue
this morning my love and her
best friend stretch and sweat
then her husband and the band
bang out surf rock
together we all boogie,
drink, eat, sleep
crowd control funnels the river
into alleys, into motels
steamy and dim til the
lamp burns out
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