"Mardi Gras Blues"
I listen to a Dixieland band.
Lying in the golden sand.
Brother, can you help a struggling man?
Can you give him a hand.
St. Croix of the cagen coastline.
Living in French Louisiana wasting the time.
Won't you spare a musician a dime?
For a Jamaican rum's rhyme?
This song hasn't a line.
Today everything is fine.
Playing French drums to the Rio's Rine.
The band hoots and toots.
While the people drink the fruit's wine.
To a dancing dirge.
Haiti doesn't thrive or survive.
Slurry vision and blurry speech from too much wine and rum.
Can't see in front of me.
My back is past.
Did I go too fast?.?.?.?...
By Jonathan Billet's -02/15/15
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