Dreams of New Orleans: A Poem

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A city I’ve never been to feels like home to me
It’s the best feeling ever known to me

I can hear the trumpets calling me
As I lay at 3 am falling asleep

Street musicians under warm lampposts
Seem like cheerful welcoming hosts

Oh how the blues
Awaken my soul in different hues
In the French Quarter,
My life now in pleasant order
Colours of yellow and orange and red swirl in my mind
Leaving the despair of winter greys behind

Let the jazz clubs revive
the childhood dreams of life
as a Broadway musical

None of this I’ve actually seen,

Only things I’ve dreamed of

One day I’ll wake up to these dreams
In the City of New Orleans

 

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