Last summer, I posted 4 pieces inspired by photos I took on a trip to New Orleans a week after Fat Tuesday in 2011. New Orleans firefighters holding forth, an encounter with Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie's bodyguard, the fabulous music of Doreen Ketchens, the precarious lives of itinerant musicians. This is an addition, a bit of a lark. Links to the others appear below.
Road to Bourbon Street
The unalliterative 'Fab Three'
(three because 'Paul is dead'),
Ringo, George & John,
in order of height,
are on their synchronous way,
suds in hand,
to the French Quarter,
Bourbon Street,
where endless refills
soon are gone,
& small ensembles play,
ahead of Liverpudlian
or Merseybeat,
Armstrong, Domino,
Dr. John—
it's well past time for them
to set that right!
They dress, walk,
drink & look alike,
since their man,
Epstein (behind
the scene)
knows the keys
to their success,
though George,
ever the quiet rebel,
untucked, a bit
of a mess,
adds spice,
a hint of the devil,
which, their man says,
also serves to please.
& Ringo seems to spy
the paparazzo (me),
but strides on,
doesn’t alert his mates.
Like the others,
he gets it, the price
of a mania, the fame
that undid their fates,
for them quite okay—
if they didn’t want
the public eye, why,
on their way
to Bourbon Street,
so readily entice—
striking poses
for album covers?
I like "a bit of a lark" - I like the poem for the way it makes me smile - I really like your words.
I really like your words too, and images, and metaphors, and line breaks, and and and….