A City that Breathes Magic

New Orleans is a party 

That never ends

With all the energy 

And the hangovers

The glitter 

The vivid, then vague

Impressions

Of the night before

Party for 2 days, sleep for 3

Get up 

And do it all again

That’s the life 

This never ending jazz soundtrack

"Hey Sugar"

"What can I get for you baby?"

From waiters, shop owners

Strangers

That Southern hospitality

You can bask in

New Orleans’ feel is palpable

A perfect example of 

Setting as character

It’s thick with magic

It’s heavy and intoxicating

It’s beautiful

Like a flower always in bloom

Beads from balconies

Voodoo priestesses at the ready 

To read your palm

Or remove a curse

A party for you to join 

A random parade 

Down Bourbon Street

Lively then lethargic

It’s not the city that never sleeps

It’s a city that cycles

Between living to the fullest

And sleeping it off

There’s a dark history

That they decided 

To party right on top of

Some parts lush,

Green

Some parts gritty, 

Vomit soaked,

Poor

But all parts

Bursting with life

You can 

Drink in the street

Eat a Po Boy sandwich

Wander around

Join a parade

A ghost tour

Sit back 

and observe

New Orleans 

A writer’s dream

A place where 

The magic

Never wears 

Off