Dreaming New Orleans

I navigate my ears Bourbon Street, Canal
spin the Muddy twang
amid the birth of Jazz
moans from the sorrow horn
xylophone: chicka chicka
I dream Mardi Gras, streets that steam
Creole sizzle
dancers gather in streets
hugging on legs
straddling the Mississippi
plump parade balloons
lumber along the French Quarter
toking air to stay high
out on the fire escape
the old phonograph
shouts the blues
played on Savoy 78s
fleurs-de-lis
settle on natural levees
upriver the Gulf of Mexico
far from the juke boxes
Louisiana dust
rising in throats
the bayou moon born
under a bad sign

 

Gloria Keeley

About Gloria Keeley

Gloria Keeley is a graduate of San Francisco State University with a BA and MA in Creative Writing. She currently volunteers at the grammar school she attended, teaching poetry writing to the third grade classes. Her work has appeared in Spoon River Poetry Review, The MacGuffin, Straylight, Stillwater, Avalon Literary Review, Owen Wister Review and others. She collect vintage records and old magazines.
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