Do You Know What It Means?




Do you know what it means

To miss New Orleans...

To miss da delicious food

And Miss Leah’s spicy red beans... 


I miss da powdered sugar

On my Morning Call beignets...

I miss walkin’ wit my lover

In Audubon Park on rainy days...


I miss my spearmint snoballs

From Hansen’s and from Sal’s...

I miss da Bourbon Street strip joints

And drinkin’ Hurricanes wit my pals...


Do you know what it means

To miss New Orleans...

To miss da beautiful traditions

And da French Quarter scenes...


I miss da long rides on da streetcar...

And da Preservation Hall jazz...

I miss da Galatoire’s trout meunière...

I miss da sounds, like no other city has...


I miss da long grey moss...

Dat hangs from da oak trees...

I miss da New Orleans Saints...

I miss Archie and Drew Brees...


Do you know what it means

To miss New Orleans...

To miss da Mardi Gras Indians...

And dem Mardi Gras queens...


I miss da crooked politicians...

I miss da potholes in da streets...

I miss riding da Pontchartrain Zephyr...

And dem sugary praline treats...


But most of all

I miss da good ole days...

Of drinkin’ cold longneck Dixie beer

All night at Miss Mae’s...


I love everything about New Orleans...

Da good, da bad and da sleazy...

So dat’s what is means to me

When I start missin’ Da Big Easy...


© 2021 Jeffrey Pipes Guice

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