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I'Ll Never Get To See New Orleans
AA (9.26.72 -? / new york city)

I'Ll Never Get To See New Orleans

i can hear them
the sweet fogginess
of slow muted trumpets
and alto saxophones
following phantom trails
down g*d stricken streets
turning the corner
of canal and bourbon
as my life flows by me
in slices of stillness
and i'm hustling the delta
down avenues of tragedies
but i can't see
where they've gone
no
i can't see
where they've gone
but they said
they would wait for me
among the stones of st. louis




but would they find me here?
if i changed my face
with the twilight veil?
and my life rushes by me
in slices of color
and i know i promised
i'd never let go
but i can't seem to find
the trick to hold
on so they rush past me
in thunderous song
and so i say to myself
'laissez les bons temps rouler'
and let go of the fear
and let go of myself
and the sweet fogginess
calls me on to the treme
and i let it all go
and sing to myself
'laissez les bons temps rouler'

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