It’s raining in New Orleans and my head is swimming in jazz… Mid City late night, oyster houses and the way my sax player makes me laugh.
I came to escape heartbreak and loss, except that’s what this town does best in the face of storms. You can still feel her in the dive bars, or when the thunder rolls…
From here, it’d seem my Americana days are over. Cheating never again on Coltrane and Charlie Miller, who told us stories of him and Dr. John at eleven and then played me “Come Rain or Come Shine…”
Indeed,