Rained out game 6-16-2000
All washed up, Du Monde at two in the morning, in cold and wet rain, long faces of table attendants and street performers seeing little hope for late night customer quarters or tips from the storm sopped Quarters empty tables swept of powdered sugar, chicory sits bittering by the minute, tonight the usual bustle is a certain bust and the last thing New Orleans needs is the ruinous nature of too much water.
— samBdavis
The poet notes: “I wrote this when on a trip
after picking up my stepson from boot camp many years ago. I added the
penultimate line on Sept. 3, 2005.” Sam Davis lives in Dawson and
teaches at Lincoln Land Community College. He has been writing poetry for
more than 10 years.
People’s Poetry accepts poems on any subject,
but ones that deal with issues of local interest are encouraged. Send yours
to Corrine Frisch c/o Illinois Times, P.O. Box 5256, Springfield, IL 62705, or to
cfrisch@illinoistimes.com with “People’s Poetry” in the
subject line.
This article appears in Sep 29 – Oct 5, 2005.
