The Masquerade.
The masquerade. A New Orleans tale. Was a blue moon night in New Orleans and no-one wanted to show their real face. Beer, wine and liquor was plentiful. Women were exotic and the… Continue reading
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The masquerade.
(April, poetry month. Number three.) The masquerade. The masquerade. Was a blue moon night in New Orleans and no-one wanted to show their real face. Beer, wine and liquor was plentiful. Women were… Continue reading
An New Orleans lullaby.
An New Orleans lullaby. I was station at Fort Hood for six years. I was the Dancing Coyote, always seeking laughter, good drink and pretty ladies. I Befriended a New York state gal.… Continue reading
Home of the rising sun, New Orleans.
Home of the rising sun, New Orleans. I sat in the New Orleans in 1996 and I liked New Orleans. Hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I drank whiskey with… Continue reading
The rising sun.
The rising sun I sat in the New Orleans in 1996 in a old rustic tavern on main street. I liked New Orleans, hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I… Continue reading
The rising sun.
The rising sun I sat in the New Orleans in 1996 in a old rustic tavern on main street. I liked New Orleans, hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I… Continue reading
A New Orleans lullaby.
A New Orleans lullaby… I was station at Fort Hood for six years. I was the Dancing Coyote, always seeking laughter, good drink and pretty ladies. I Befriended a New York state gal.… Continue reading
The rising sun.. New Orleans..
The rising sun.. I sat in the New Orleans in 1996 in a old rustic tavern on main street. I liked New Orleans, hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I… Continue reading
The city of New Orleans..
The city of New Orleans… (For my kindest muses. Dear Allsion.) I found you in the Jazz club dancing alone in a silky dress, closed eyes and moving bare feet. I watched you… Continue reading
A New Orleans lullaby..
A New Orleans lullaby… I was station at Fort Hood for six years. I was the Dancing Coyote, always seeking laughter, good drink and pretty ladies. I Befriended a New York state gal.… Continue reading