Big Easy
Published in
1 min readJun 27, 2017
Hot
like a southern drawl
Thick as molasses
The stale air
Stagnant
The sugar
Of sweet tea vodka
Can be felt
More than smelled
Permeating
Through the streets
Masking the garbage
And standing water
Of the French quarter
Through the old brick streets
To rest in the sweet sounds of the Marigny