namely this show
You just find them, all right?
In New Orleans,
one night, walking down Bourbon Street
Down Bourbon Street
I walked into a fries shop and a brothel
I read,
with amazement
Preservation,
preservation
Of whom?
Of what?
A room full of cracks,
full of cracks
Old jazz musicians with a little bit of a nasty urine
People from another generation
I
recognized four old ladies Half white,
half black
Playing swingo,
like at twenty The rattan of good old times
The
pianist was a centenary He looked like Fats Waller
Fats Waller
Two beautiful white hair,
the knots growing the blue note With delight,
with passion
Preservation,
preservation
In a soup kitchen,
on the piano Two dollars for Jericho
Two dollars plus,
fifty cents For this sacred wine of saints
In New Orleans,
one night, walking down Bourbon Street
Down Bourbon Street I walked into a fries shop and a brothel
I read, with amazement Preservation,
preservation Preservation,
preservation