My Darlin’ New Orleans -Ron Cuccia & the Jazz Poetry Group

My darlin’ New Orlins
My brawlin’ hometown
Your magnolia melancholy
How it softly sets me down
In corner bars
On streetcars
Hear that foghorn river sound
The big oaks
The old folks
Beards of moss, hangin’ down

My darlin’ New Orlins
My praline hometown
The carnival calliope
Sets me free to play the clown
In patios
Wearing funky clothes
Through the juleps I can hear
Jazz bands
And ceiling fans
Play Mardi Gras in my ears

My darlin’ New Orlins
My sprawlin’ hometown
Money forces
Sap resources
How it often gets me down
Politicians
Gone fishin’
Put the city up for grabs
Now their pockets
Gonna skyrocket
Get fatter than the crabs

My darlin’ New Orlins
My drawlin’ hometown
Street talkin’
Sidewalkin’
Lift my feet off the ground
Frog legs
Dance on Dixie kegs
Love your sweet heart watermelon
Oyster kiss
Crawfish bliss
Your ol’ moon just a swellin’

© 1979 Ron Cuccia

My Darlin’ New Orleans -Ron Cuccia & the Jazz Poetry Group