The air was heavy
The music was loud
As it rang out over the levee
And stirred the crowd
Cajun riffs hung in the air
Drawing pictures of the bayou
Of a world no longer there
And stirring the world inside you.
Poetry
The air was heavy
The music was loud
As it rang out over the levee
And stirred the crowd
Cajun riffs hung in the air
Drawing pictures of the bayou
Of a world no longer there
And stirring the world inside you.