9.14: Reach -- New Orleans

Across the miles is a city

where there is jazz through the night

Jazz, which sings to me.

Food to eat.

Animals to see.

Life to be lived.

In a little over a month, I'll be there.

Me and Lowell.

A friend who does not sing to me,

but will eat food

and see animals

and make me laugh

and probably be bossy

and will make me stay in a hotel room

instead of a hostel

because we are "grown up".

And when I come back

I won't remember much of

the food

the hotel

the animals

the nightlife

But the music

will reverberate

through my soul

for months to come.

I need to reach NGS on one of these trips.