Who’s That Old Man?
Looking at Sixty-two
Right in the face
Reminds me that soon
I gotta get out of this place
Back to the Crescent City
To ride a streetcar or two
Hang with my brother apes
Pay full cover at Audubon Zoo
Looking at Sixty-two
Who’s that old man?
Gotta dance some Cajun
Just as soon as I can
Meet John at Da Leaf
Then relax with David at the Columns
Then real beau coups soon
I can let go all these little problems
Looking at Sixty-two
Born in the magic year 1955
Wanna prove them all wrong
And gonna get out of here alive
Just one more beignet
And/or a Merlot-filled glass or two
Then it won’t be all that special
That tomorrow I turn sixty-two
Posted on February 15, 2017, in Poem and tagged 1955, 62, Audubon Zoo, beau coups, birthday, cajun musique, chess, Cresecent City, getting older, glass, homesick, live music, Maple Leaf Bar, merlot, New Orleans, poetry, streetcar, The Columns. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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