I was in New Orleans
Drinking hurricanes
Most natural thing to doPoison brings me
"You are disturbing
Our performers, Sir..."
"if it continues,
You’ll have to leave"
A waiter said to me
Closer to Jesus
"Sir, you will have to leaveBut—where am I?
If you continue to wave
And weave
I was in New Orleans
Living a no regrets life --
Thief comes anyway
Only to kill, steal and destroy
And takes my valuables away
"..Sir, you are still thereDo I have to cross
but I’m sorry you must stop
or you will have to leave
That old rickety bridge
..Old rusted metal
Crickety bridge to
Get out of here?
"I don’t know Sir;
…if you keep fallingI drank three hurricanes
Out of your chair
You must depart
Before I angled in here
To sit through this Ike
Allison and Katrin’ despair
Oh, or do you mean the singer
When he broke a string
Did I do that?
Did I do that, you see
Because I’m here
"I cannot, Sir,Give any reprieveI’ve been hearing that
Nor answer your Lust for poison...
Sir, Now, consider the door
A lot lately –Yep --
That I have to leave
You know I have
Heard all this before
I don’t remember
How ‘xactly it ends
Spirit keeps me alive
While solvents burn
My insides dry
Like a gourd
Coursing through me
Grizzle and bones
Till I have to go
And find my way home
I want first bite
Of every night
Not just a slice
After everyone else
"Okay, are you goingCan I not just sit here
To go now, Sir...
Here is the door
One moment more
For men and for God
I fought
to hold the weight
I climbed and tore
At walls, I bore
Into dams
I held resentment in
in my hands
held jealous
To my path…
To my path
So that I am here
A friend to this place
Tho' poisoned patron
A real hard Hurri-case
"Of your stay here I have foreknowledge No --
though your condition I see in triplicate
Less illusion More legitimate
Truthfully -- Face your poison you ignoble man
Zenobly, leave boldly,
Day will bring all to soon memories back again."
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