Missing my Big Easy in Feathery Turnings

G/E/Am/C

January marks a fresh start
She re-enrolls and talks of art
But they’ve all gone on ahead
She takes a shift at the pub instead

Melting snow forms the Great Lakes
On her floor
Flooding out the ghosts
Tossing away the oars

But still it smells like rain
Rising from Pontchartrain

Frenchman street echoes in her ears
Swing dancing in her shotgun mirror
Tacks the Big Easy on her wall
At night she finger traces where she walked.

Fireworks on Election Day
Red beans and rice

Why didn’t she stay…

Last updated March 05, 2019