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Bourbon Street Underground

descending
a
dimly lit
carpeted staircase
with
tiny light bulbs
sheathed
in plastic tubing
along the edging
directing
the way
to
an echoing
underground room
with
flickering candles
casting
an eerie glow
eyes
that shine unsteadily
on
scoured tavern tables
seems
to
plumb the very depths
of the psyche
invoking salacious
images of a
place
tailored to taste
of
those frolicking
along
the exotic fringes
of life

no upright arpeggio
of
vacant notes
a
slide trombone
dramatically stabbing
the air
outlining chords
matching
flowery exaggeration
and
asserting husky
baaaaaaaaa

sticks
thrashing
snares and cymbals
unkindly
amplified vamping bass
and acoustic guitars
cranking out deep
dark tones
and
the mind
involuntary
starts
voicing
singing the blues
struttin
down bourbon street
to the
earthy flavors
and
gliding tones

a
smooth seductive
barmaid
providing
a
container
of
dog fish head
with
chicory
or
Golden Monkey beer
and
Prohibition Ale
in frosted
glasses

it's a party

Redd Williams