New Orleans Sunday Morning

[tonywalt]

The morning sun peeks
into this hotel room above bourbon street
our silent breaths take shape
hers, and mine

Radiant silver glowing on her thighs
it is a fleeting bond, fragile and drying

a fog as sweet as farm milk
floats above the cigarette butts
on the sidewalks below

and the janitors come in trucks
and wash the liquored streets
with latte steam

her blonde mane falls across my chest
and if I stepped out of my body right now
I would break into a blossom.

[Pompey Bum]

a fog as sweet as farm milk
floats above the cigarette butts
on the streets below

Ah, you brought it back to me. Perfect.

[kiz_paws]

The morning sun peeks
into this hotel room above bourbon street
our silent breaths take shape
hers, and mine

Radiant silver glowing on her thighs
it is a fleeting bond, fragile and drying

a fog as sweet as farm milk
floats above the cigarette butts
on the streets below

and the janitors come in trucks
and wash the streets with latte steam

her blonde mane falls across my chest
and if I stepped out of my body right now
I would break into a blossom.Ahhh, Nawleens.... I knew thee well...

Beautiful, Tony!

Hopefully you had time for some Bourbon Vanilla Bread Puddin' as only THEY can make it!!! *dies* ...

[Pompey Bum]

Ahhh, Nawleens.... I knew thee well...

Same here. Lived there four or five years in pre-Katrina days. I tend to think of those times as the last days of Pompeii, but it's good to see from Tony's verse that the city can still charm.


and the janitors come in trucks
and wash the streets with latte steam

This is another great image (sounds like something from an old Tom Waits song). New Orleans was always a Yin-Yang of fantasia and grit. Vanilla bread pudding in whiskey sauce, yes? For all the soft fog, there was something down and dirty about it.

[Danik 2016]

The morning sun peeks
into this hotel room above bourbon street
our silent breaths take shape
hers, and mine

Radiant silver glowing on her thighs
it is a fleeting bond, fragile and drying

a fog as sweet as farm milk
floats above the cigarette butts
on the streets below

and the janitors come in trucks
and wash the streets with latte steam

her blonde mane falls across my chest
and if I stepped out of my body right now
I would break into a blossom.

A painting made of words. Lovely images, specially the last one.

[kiz_paws]

This is another great image (sounds like something from an old Tom Waits song). New Orleans was always a Yin-Yang of fantasia and grit. Vanilla bread pudding in whiskey sauce, yes? For all the soft fog, there was something down and dirty about it. Ding Dang, you got it, bro! :)

Especially after a huge helping of Gumbo served with crackers ..... :nod:

How I long for thee, Nawleens!

[tonywalt]

A painting made of words. Lovely images, specially the last one.

Thanks I went to school there, and university!

[tonywalt]

Same here. Lived there four or five years in pre-Katrina days. I tend to think of those times as the last days of Pompeii, but it's good to see from Tony's verse that the city can still charm.



This is another great image (sounds like something from an old Tom Waits song). New Orleans was always a Yin-Yang of fantasia and grit. Vanilla bread pudding in whiskey sauce, yes? For all the soft fog, there was something down and dirty about it.

Thanks. Yes, New Orleans has that 'last days' feel to it. it marches to it's own beat, to all different sorts of destinations (some challenging ones)

[Pompey Bum]

Thanks I went to school there, and university!

Ah, suddenly it all makes sense! :)

I lived in the Quarter, on Ursulines, and breakfasted weekends at the neighboring Croissant D'or. Mmmm-boy! It was a peculiar time in my life, though not an unpleasant one. Just walking (okay, smootching) in the fog was a Heavenly delight. But there were monsters in those clouds, too. One night a tourist was gunned down (and killed) a few yards from me. A couple punks from the Desire housing projects decided to take advantage of a particularly dark night and go on a stick-up spree. The victim told them to f*ck off. I saw the whole thing from a balcony. So yes, there was always this real-life side of New Orleans to go with the kisses and fog.

[tonywalt]

Ah, suddenly it all makes sense! :)

I lived in the Quarter, on Ursulines, and breakfasted weekends at the neighboring Croissant D'or. Mmmm-boy! It was a peculiar time in my life, though not an unpleasant one. Just walking (okay, smootching) in the fog was a Heavenly delight. But there were monsters in those clouds, too. One night a tourist was gunned down (and killed) a few yards from me. A couple punks from the Desire housing projects decided to take advantage of a particularly dark night and go on a stick-up spree. The victim told them to f*ck off. I saw the whole thing from a balcony. So yes, there was always this real-life side of New Orleans to go with the kisses and fog.

Yes, there is crime there, new orleans especially going going past Rampart street.

[Pompey Bum]

Yes, there is crime there, new orleans especially going going past Rampart street.

Yeah, there was a project there, too (Iberville, I think). When you walked past it on Canal Street, you could sometimes hear gunfire from inside. But this happened on Ursulines, about half a block toward the river from Bourbon Street. You just had to be careful, and even then there was an element of luck involved. Many of my friends had been robbed, although I never was. I hoofed it once when I saw a guy discreetly pull a gun, though. As I said, luck.

[tonywalt]

Yeah, there was a project there, too (Iberville, I think). When you walked past it on Canal Street, you could sometimes hear gunfire from inside. But this happened on Ursulines, about half a block toward the river from Bourbon Street. You just had to be careful, and even then there was an element of luck involved. Many of my friends had been robbed, although I never was. I hoofed it once when I saw a guy discreetly pull a gun, though. As I said, luck.

Ha! You saw plenty of action.

[Pompey Bum]

Ha! You saw plenty of action.

Well hey, I was single. [:)]

Oh, you mean crime? Actually compared with my friends, I think I was the only one who had not been stuck up or had an apartment/house/car broken into (I had a bicycle stolen, but it wasn't a very nice one and I didn't much want it). We didn't all live in the Quarter, but most of us lived Downtown. After we got married, my wife and I moved to the newly renovated Warehouse District (near where Oswald used to work). There was less crime there, although the gun incident happened not far away (while walking from that area to Schwegmann's, if that makes any sense). This was in the late 80s/early 90s when there was a lot of crime in the city. I'm not sure Katrina helped the situation much, but I don't know first hand. I moved back to New England not long after my marriage. The whole thing is sort of like a dream now.

[tonywalt]

Well hey, I was single. [:)]

Oh, you mean crime? Actually compared with my friends, I think I was the only one who had not been stuck up or had an apartment/house/car broken into (I had a bicycle stolen, but it wasn't a very nice one and I didn't much want it). We didn't all live in the Quarter, but most of us lived Downtown. After we got married, my wife and I moved to the newly renovated Warehouse District (near where Oswald used to work). There was less crime there, although the gun incident happened not far away (while walking from that area to Schwegmann's, if that makes any sense). This was in the late 80s/early 90s when there was a lot of crime in the city. I'm not sure Katrina helped the situation much, but I don't know first hand. I moved back to New England not long after my marriage. The whole thing is sort of like a dream now.

I lived on st. charles during college, but 12 years old to college i was in the suburbs of metairie. Yes Schwegmann's i know that well RIP to that grocery store

[Pompey Bum]

I lived on st. charles during college, but 12 years old to college i was in the suburbs of metairie. Yes Schwegmann's i know that well RIP to that grocery store

Schwegmann's is gone? Too bad, they had great prices.

I remember Met'rie. Went to a political demonstration there once, chanting (and I quote):

MAKE ME SICK! MAKE ME PUKE!
I DON'T NEED NO DAVID DUKE!

Heh heh. And people ask me where I learned poetry.

[tonywalt]

Schwegmann's is gone? Too bad, they had great prices.

I remember Met'rie. Went to a political demonstration there once, chanting (and I quote):

MAKE ME SICK! MAKE ME PUKE!
I DON'T NEED NO DAVID DUKE!

Heh heh. And people ask me where I learned poetry.

Yes, Schwegmanns went bankrupt in 1999. The big box grocery stores like Costco and Safeway leave much in their wake.