1.12.2005

New Orleans Streets

The acid street rose up to meet her in a great wave
of what she imagined should be cobble but was not.

Good thing it rains every morning.

Little Jimmy Scott sings like a saxophone.

Biscuits & sausage gravy.

Tolerance.

Frills.

Masks.

Money.

Politics.

Ah.

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