Zydeco Poems - Poems about Zydeco

The bayou sky flies a catfish moon over swamp gators And cottonmouth vipers. Accordions, fiddles, and rub board vests Make their ramble through the undergrowth hot on the trail Of a sultry midsummer house party in Sweat Neck, Louisiana. All the usual suspects are there. Sharkskin Slim doffs his topper To Ruby and Rose - the Harlequin Twins....

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Washboard and spoons Guitar and drums Accordion Getting together With the band A moment not about skin But about soul A party not about race But about rhythm Take a stand (or perhaps a dance) Against hate Yell a little Prance a little Live, love a lot Making music While joining hands...

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I've been up a bit and down a bit and hung around in river towns, when glory days and gamblin' boats were beauty to behold; long and sleek with shapely curves and ripe just like a lady in the bloomin' blush of prime. Standin' high n' mighty.......she was glidin' through the water, lookin' every bit a woman, feelin'...

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The television’s on The sound blends with the music I cannot even hear the voices Or what they have to say To tell the truth I don’t really care The radio sits next to my chair With a dial that has found a million stations Played a billion songs Old and ragged it still wails A zydeco tune written generations ago The saxophone played...

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from a friend in new orleans i hear how filthy, dirty, diseased-- where life-giving water wages liquid war on the lives it long supported-- life beneath blue roofs under grey skies in black water-- the very air has revolted, turned from salty sea breeze to the breath of...

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