(Unpublished) #Poem: “I Know”

I wrote this poem in 2006, less than a year after Hurricane Katrina ripped into New Orleans. By the time I was writing this, it had become clear what the storm had done to one of my favorite cities. New Orleans is only about five hours from Montgomery, so jumping in the car and heading down there wasn’t a big deal. Though I’ve never lived in the Big Easy, I have fond memories of the time I’ve spent there. I’m also a Louis Armstrong fan, and this poem riffs on his “Do You Know What It Means to Miss New Orleans?”

I Know

I stood
on a corner—
here came
the procession:
white shirts
and wild trumpets
and the
golden trombones
a bride and groom
in their
horse-drawn carriage
and some
old black dude jumped
out and
joined the parade
with that band all
the way
down Royal Street.

I’m up
right now for some
old school
dixieland jazz
in the Quarter,
at the
Preservation Hall,
or for
the newer stuff,
like martinis,
to the Red Room
on stilts
over by St. Charles . . .

I know
what it means
to miss
New Orleans.

To read previous (Unpublished) #Poem posts, each with its own mini-introduction, click on the title below:

(Unpublished) #Poem: “Common”

(Unpublished) #Poem: “Zero”

(Unpublished) #Poem: [Untitled]

(Unpublished) #Poem: “Reading Kenko”

(Unpublished) #Poem: “Five or Six”

(Unpublished) #Poem: “Curb Market, Saturday Morning”

(Unpublished) #Poem: “Cycle”

(Unpublished) #Poem: “The Greatest Unknown”

(Unpublished) #Poem: “Prairie Mud”


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