I miss your arms
laced with Spanish moss
and faded beads
streets filled with music
the Mississippi calling my name.
In you I find safety
in you I find home,
longing to live behind shuttered windows
walk your haunted streets
in the morning fog.
My Crescent city
home, true home
I write you a thousand love letters
and long for you over hundreds of miles.
I’m lonely without the quarter rats
and gutter punks
the fortune tellers
even the scam artists,
they are my true family
and someday
you will be my true home
.
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Very nice!
Thank you!