Spare Change and the Blues

pennies fall from heaven

making music with nickel and dime chimes

dancing in the wind, blowing dreams

once written on the lips of blues singers

who haunt these streets and alleys

with their howls and moans and wails

when hearts and souls had voices

where shoeshine boys beat out rhythms

and pennies fall from heaven into tin cups

and the French Quarter is fine and dirty

but, so divine in its regard for the past

and the present. Well, sometimes, it may not be pleasant

but its real. Something you can feel; way... down.. deep...

in your soul...Hot and Sultry! Pennies from Heaven!

Angels walk these streets with tainted wings, such things

live amoung us. I trust you know this. You should of course.

All spiritual beings live in the songs and lives, and streets and eyes

of the Quarter, the Nickel and Dime Chimes and the Pennies falling

from Heaven. 





Poetry by Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-06-26 at 06:34

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JK Fisher
Kathy, my mom took me to New Orleans when I was a kid. She introduced me to 'Blues' music and to the wonderful world of seafood. I love all those Cajun dishes, especially raw oysters and crayfish. :)

Love the pic that goes with this lovely piece, so many great lines, but if I have to pick one it's "Angels walk these streets with tainted wings, such things live among us."

Encapsulates the emotions & motions we find in the streets. Lovely poem.

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
What a beautiful piece. So many stories have lived and died on those streets. I love your line "Angels walk these streets with tainted wings". Wonderful contrast. This reminded me of the Tom Waits song "On The Nickel". So much feeling :)