The Big Easy,
she ain't lazy,
she's just at the edge.
Where the Big Muddy,
makes its last amens,
slides into salt water,
and the delta ends.
She's a contradiction,
of love, life and lust.
Jazz is her lifeblood,
In muse she does trust.
Death comes a knocking,
on a wrought iron gate.
Where all mothers' sons,
come small and great.
To the sound of the brass band,
in the damp street.
A celebration of life,
that's beat its last beat.
Life ain't always easy,
in the Big Easy street.
But life's how you find it,
and it's ever, so sweet.
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