Ghazal

I met a man with scars in New Orleans He worked a hustler bar in New Orleans He went to The Double Play bar by bus He did not own a car in New Orleans He offered his body to hungry men In sex, he would go far in New Orleans He protected me from men on the street Yet he had battle scars in New Orleans War had taken a toll on his psyche His actions were bizarre in New Orleans I controlled his behavior but sometimes I loved him from afar in New Orleans If someone insulted me in the club With that man he would spar in New Orleans He watched over me and looked after me My heart was left ajar in New Orleans I grew to care for his six foot four frame Hard to say au revoir in New Orleans He always called me Mr. Ethington Caring far above par in New Orleans.