one for new orleans
there was a bar on decatur street
that we went to
they played good soul music
otis and smoky and james and a little bit of marvin
three black guys
a bass, a guitar, and a drum
the drummer sang
at a nearby table, a woman sat
she wore a gold dress, smoked newports,
and sang along to every song
at the beginning of the second set
she joined the band
they played midnight
train to georgia
it was their signature song
and they played it every night we went in
i wondered why i never tired of the place
on the last night we were in new orleans
i was drunk and had to piss badly
we went into the bar on decatur and the band
did their thing
otis and smoky and james and a little bit of marvin
then the lady in the gold dress
got up to join them
just as i went to hit the can
it was a good piss
on the way out some guy in a backwards hat
grabbed me at the bar
while i was getting two more beers
the music played behind us
midnight train to georgia
you sure like coming in here, he said
and then proceeded to laugh with his friends
when i rejoined my wife
suddenly the band didn’t sound so good
the beer was flat and the cigarettes burned my tongue
the guy that had grabbed me got louder
and he taunted the band as they played
suddenly i knew i was tired of the place
we got up to leave
and the next morning went back north.
04.14.06
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