Desire Doesn’t Run Here Any longer
By GC
A street car in N’Awlins
sits immobile on rusted track
shouting children scare the rats away
so they can play on the immobile transit’s moldy seats
worn weary grown ups trudge past carrying grocery sacks
tradesmen clamber over some few antebellum houses being
restored
to shine like jewels alongside filthy rotting, boarded up
neighboring hulks
Once joyous riffs from the jazz musicians are now dirges
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