Decatur Street

The Road Song plays 

Coffee tastes sweet and black

Crawfish and some Jambalaya

Lingers like a bent string 

Reaching for a bit more

Of the note, the flavor

What I was looking for

Steamboats

Watching the wheel churn 

Brown water from the North

Hauling barges and their cargo

To New Orleans and Barbados 

Much safer now than then 

For both Huck… and Jim.