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Big Easy
by Kevin S. Hart → (All Poetry by Kevin S. Hart)
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Tonight, Louis Armstrong’s brass trumpet sighs New Orleans’ blues Tears stream while notes tap out a sad, jazz rain No scat, not this time, he plays soft refrain. Big Easy, no more, but never less Than what she is Crescent moon rising above the rest Beauty faced beast And though she was ravaged, she did her best Survived, at least. Down in Quarter, ghost bands are silent Quieting news Hurricane tried hard to take their city Creole spirit defies broken levees. Big Easy, you cry, where to go now? Yet there you stand In a dream state, crossing winds somehow Fought storm’s fanged hound To be regained, taking solemn vow: Paradise found. Today, all those saints who watch, they still march Stride in their shoes Shoulder Mississippi’s children again If you might, it’s asked, help them reach the when. Big Easy, you bleed, you wear your wounds With a vengeance Your sisters, brothers will sow bright stars Bind broken heart Not to sew shroud, but to heal those scars Begin fresh start. Tomorrow, Satchmo will sound loud once more New Orleans’ blues Not with sorrow, Louis’ trumpet will ring No, instead, she’ll hear his joy-filled voice sing.

Reviewed by Joni Stewart-Hague

Reviewed on September 3, 2005

you've done it --- you've captured the spirit of New Orleans. Would that we could all play the 'blues' as she does.........down, but not beaten. I can hear Satchmo playing now. Well done, Kev
Joni

Reviewed by Ian Thorpe

Reviewed on September 2, 2005

Fats Domino (missing) was my first rock idol when I was seven or eight - oops, showing my age now - so even an ocean away I feel personally touched.
Great Poem, New Orleans is a city of music and fun, it will rise again.

Reviewed by Eddie Thompson

Reviewed on September 1, 2005

Thanks for this poem.