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      I was priveledged to attend a writing workshop taught by poet Ruth Foreman. This piece came as a result of free writing whatever came into our heads, while we listened to a particular Miles Davis song. Evidently it has lots of B-minor notes in it, which apparently cause stress. (You can sure tell I'm a music expert....) For me, the thoughts and words tumbeled out faster than I could write. I find a simple satisfaction in this as it represents a part of my life experience that, thankfully, is overwith. Now it's out there - by self- publishing on the net.  (Damn this feels good!)


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B o u r b o n S t r e e t



The Pimp Hat

(On Bourbon Street
With the Awful Boyfriend)


by C. Porett



The first time on Bourbon Street was good,
but it's different now
no old black men in red striped suits
playin' horns from windows and basements
their lips puckered 'n pursed sending
notes out of those shiny horns
Dixieland floating in the warm breeze and
people wanderin' through shops
looking at art and stuff to buy
and the poor people had laughter
and love and horns
and Al Hurt's place poured into the street
with Jazz and Blues
laughter 'n love.

So different now, down on Bourbon Street
when we walked, him with his white pimp hat
thinkin' he looked so good,
strutting like a peacock,
but wondering why guys with runny noses,
sniffing while they talked,
asked him for that white powder or
if he wanted some and
I hated him
for that white pimp hat and
a lot of other things.

Lobsters all scrawny,
scrawny like Ethiopian
boiled dry for a price
high as the Montana sky
and the guy with the hooked cane says
"Yes Ma'am, we got lobster."
But I say "No sir.
We'll go back to Chicago
where the beef is good." and I yell
"Hey cabby, get me to a train back home,
cause it sure ain't like I remember it here,
all quaint and cool.
No. Now it's raw and cheesy
like a carnival man
who just peed his pants.

But then I think, maybe it's not Bourbon Street
that's gone all raw and cheesy
maybe it's him,
sauntering around all cocky and pressed in that
fuckin' white pimp hat.





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