Tears For Tennessee
In paranormal grief,
ectoplasm drifts down Peters Street
then winds deeper into the Quarter
searching for his haunt –
a corner table at Galatoire’s
where ghost writers meet,
but table and spirits
are no longer around.
Painted white chairs
from under the wisteria
at the Court of Two Sisters
drift out to see
cause for the mournful silence
of Preservation Hall.
And at Rue Toulouse,
room number nine
of Maison de Ville
waits weeping for her lover’s return.
No more seeds will be planted
in the dark furrows of Elysian Fields.
Only one colored lantern at 632
remains to light the way
for the kindness of strangers
he somehow knew
we’d all come to depend upon…
today.
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