We'll prowl the streets a final day, threading our way
Through the throngs of college hipsters, locals,
Children, Cajuns, other ancient couples, wandering
From stage to stage to hear assorted foreign bands

And ever-present zydeco.  We'll bask beneath

The humid heat of Lafayette, Louisiana, home away

From home by now. We'll have to have some etouffee,

Some crawdads and some catfish nuggets one more time

Before we go back north to pork and baked potatoes,

Drier air, and cooler sun, and lives no longer loose

And Southern, for another year.