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.
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