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.