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Aug 2014
Sweltering night
New Orleans style,
an old house breathing
with
broken rafters

A three legged piano
drags itself to the edge
of reason
A dog lays down dying
inside my ribs.

The piano player
paints pictures
to walls
framed in smoke.

Smiling,
I sink into
something beyond
nothing.

He taps his feet
mine however
haven't moved

"Seattle seems
so far away" says
the woman next
to me

"I hear
it rains
a lot there"
I reply

She paints her
feet before her
toes.

I dig that
James Travers Blanchard
Written by
James Travers Blanchard  Lafayette, Louisiana
(Lafayette, Louisiana)   
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