Sister moon rises
Above human condition
A silent witness

Third day was the charm
Not without it’s mystery
Here in Voodoo land

A tipsy grandpa
Totters from the hot Jazz Tent
Funky jerk and jive

Pouring his heart out
Soulful sounds emanating
From harmonica

Blues in the morning
Blues at night. Crescent City
Blues are out of sight

Navigating crowds
Is no big deal. Hey, that guy,
-He just coped a feel

A vast colored sea
Of humanity. Do I
Detect smell of weed?

Racetrack street traffic
A coordinated mess
Of metal and flesh