Easy Street Blues
I tried to make the most of my last day in New Orleans. I started the day completely broke. I made three dollars, which were tossed to me as I sang Come Together karaoke at Cats Meow. Then my aunt gave me a fin. My eight dollars were spent wisely but not too quickly. I met all sorts of interesting people on the streets of New Orleans: over by the church, up and down Bourbon street, in and out of the strip clubs. After I spent all my money this guy gave me ten dollars so I could purchase the one drink minimum at Big Daddy's world famous gentlemen's club: topless and bottomless, so they say. I ordered a Jameson Sour but they were out of sour mix so I settled on a Jameson and Ginger. Me and my new friend, who kept giving me dollar bills and cigarettes, closed the club down then went in search of a 24 hour bar. We found Last Call and 2 people therein bought me longnecked Budweiser bottles. Then I noticed the sun had come up which signalled that I should really head back to the hotel post haste. My aunts told me to be back by 3am, but I couldn't stop partying so early on my last night in Crescent City. So I got back around seven in the morning, chatting up every passing stranger on the way back home. Now it is time to catch some shuteye before we have to check out and head toward home. I lost my cellphone last night. It was sometime during my sessions with the tarot card readers. I think one of those hustlers pocketed my phone with all my precious phone numbers. They are all lost now, c'est la vie. Voulez vous? Poulet!