were no
white gloved
men marching w/
brass horns / high
stepping horses
or old saints
in carriages
singing in
orleans'
famed
jazzy
style
no
there
was no
way to
syncopate
the multicolor
gumbo mem'ry
of bourbon street
rhythm and swing
with the accapella
anguish singing
out to no one-
washington
's cold pale
ear turn
ed off
tuned
out
to
the
many
colored
notes left
dangling while
d.c.'s blind heard
dixieland's rag / ged
death rattle but still
did nothing...still
still...still...still
now tell me
what kind
of bull
shit
jazz
was
that
?
by
Suzanne Sunshower
Orleans in writing out my anger about what happened to many people of color after the storm while arrogant,
incompetent politicians ignored the worsening situation.
