For Mikey & Moosejaw...
Wild winds blew in from Lake Ponchatrain,
spraying a cool wet mist over Jackson Square
with March’s brisk morning air
filled with spirited Mardi Gras flair.
Shining tourists’ faces smiled as they flocked
to the French Market for beginets and cafe’
to warm their bellowing hearts and souls
hungering after a night of drink and love
strolling and dancing in the Quarter’s cove.
They roamed the cobblestone way
to smoke filled jazz rooms and strip clubs
to see the great ones play
their music like no other city can.
Big shots spread the Benji’s around
like nickel candy trying to be the Man
in a crescent city that never sleeps,
but engulfs and keeps, making many a man weep.
The gamblers fall if they can’t make the call,
ending up in the mighty Mississippi or cuffed by the law.
So, if you plan to stay and play, be ready to pay.
