The rising sun

Just words

                          The rising sun


I sat in the New Orleans in 1996. I liked New Orleans. Hard time and hard days couldn't kill her spirit. I drank whiskey with old men and pretty women. One of the old Blue men  asked me. "Dark Poet, read me some words to make me cry. Maybe I will sing you some song later."
                          New Orleans.
----Dear New Orleans.
I love you like a love turn dirty.
Old city with hidden dark valleys and dark- eyed woman that make you wish forever.
Your memory is like a missed kiss. You want to taste and swim in again.

I love the song of the Jazz. Old men and women singing songs of love and lost.
I like the old streets sounds. You can hear the spirits of the night that can't never rest.
New Orleans is my mistress and place to fall into her darkness.

I need her more than she needs me, but she is sweet and allowed me to become part of her.
Darkness loved the dark. We are one with the night.

----
The men and pretty women clapped their hands and Charley went to play his song.
A  perfect dark eyed New Orleans beauty took my hand and she embraced me tightly.
She whispered. "No angels in the city tonight. Just us accepting enough. Death isn't coming
for us lover. Tonight we dance, laugh and live."

I kissed dear Doris on the head and lips. I told her.  Thank you honey for the dance and the night is long and my wallet is fat. Let's make the sleeping gods jealous of our laughter and dance.

New Orleans is alive and well. The people of the night are keeping the city alive and the old city does smile.

             John Castellenas/Coyote

Author's Note

Just words and story.

Reviews

[Willard Wells]

Very nice and one of my favorites of your's, or at least in recent memory. Great flow and imagery beginning to end. Could of considerations below, but it's your work and it is excellent.

"song later" to "songs later", "dark eyes woman" to "dark-eyed woman"

And thanks for "The Animals". Love it.

[Mary Helda]

Ah...i can see the laughter and i definately want to get onto my feet and make the sleeping gods jealous

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Mary for reading and the comment. Good to make the sleeping Gods jealous.

[Mary Helda]

you are welcome:-)

[Sage]

The story you conveyed is beautiful, all the imagery you provided is so vivid that I could 'see' the scene of fun and merry! You've done a great job! Keep writing more.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Sage. I appreciate the comment.

[Sage]

Good stuff begets appreciation.