saturday slurring words into a twist
under a bourbon in a glass spell of white magic
table tipping spilling my drink
interpreting the ice patterns on the table
dreams melting away into mahogany forest
neon nights of yellow blue and green
loud jazz rattling the inner acoustics of my mind
some dark soul studio time
off someplace I don’t know where
dixieland shuffle back beat ska
musical bars all that’s holding me up now
st. charles street trolley rolling up
all too cheerful for my taste
hanging on the rail for my life
taking me down home away from home
voodoo hotel spirits in the room with me
slap into the pool
full moon psycha-craziness on display
who dat I see
some mardi gras cajun queen shadow of a ghost
