Bourbon Street's heart does beat.
Bars pouring forth pleas as
Bands drone in smoke filled rooms.
Brass and piano voice
Blare the heartfelt tone's tear.
Bare shackled souls lament,
Blues the voice of lost love.
Robert Gene Stoner Jr
Copyright © Robert Stoner Jr | Year Posted 2020
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