A Movable Feast




Ridin’ round New Orleans on my Vespa...

With my baby holdin’ on real tight...

Life should be nothin’ if not a movable feast...

Lastin’ all day and into da night...


Headin’ down St Charles to da Quarters...

Searchin’ for the freshest beignets...

Wavin’ to da tourists on da streetcar...

It’s gonna be one of dose days...


Sippin’ Café au lait with da Creoles...

Listenin’ to brass bands playin’ jazz...

Inspired by da likes of Louis Armstrong...

Playin’ music with everything dey has...


Shoppin’ for antiques on Royal...

Headin’ to Galatoire’s for some trout almondine...

Toppin’ it all off at da Napoleon House...

My baby’s happy to be makin’ da scene...


Lookin’ at all da beautiful mansions...

Travelin’ up Esplanade in da cool shade...

Degas on da left, JazzFest on da right...

Just hold on my baby, don’t be afraid...


Takin’ in da nature at City Park...

Mommas and daddies playin’ wit da kids...

If dese century old oak trees could be talking’

Mo stories den just beer and short ribs...


Drivin’ along da Bayou St John...

On our way to Lake Pontchartrain...

We love ridin’ along da lakefront...

As we cool down in an afternoon rain...


We stopped to eat good seafood

At Fitzgerald’s and we here to tell...

Drinkin’ beer and shuckin’ oysters...

Suckin’ dem straight off dere slippery shell...


Finally headin’ home on my Vespa...

With my baby holdin’ on real tight...

Life should be nothin’ if not a movable feast...

Never endin’ until da sun rises bright...


© 2021 Jeffrey Pipes Guice

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