Enter Tipitina's — the rotation hole
where electric, shoeless uncles
allocate their copper goulashes
to catch white dripwater.
In the predawn,
in this open window asteroid awareness,
ballet chimes spinning, ceiling, sink
For the crescent caretaker, the overcoat,
the impalpable void having an affair
within the rain soaked arteries of New Orleans,
we are running down the stairs - snare drum,
snare drum —
squeak & turn on the banister rail,
Because Professor Longhair is on stage
whistling, a lamplit Moses laughing
with filthy vigor and toddling fingers.
He's playing an electroscope blues like a hurricane,
a frenzy which stirs our drink clean.
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There is some subtext here. Professor Longhair is a a jazz musician, 1918-1996 and there is a huge painting of him at Tipitina's Bar. Tipitina's is one of New Orleans best jazz spots and a place Longhair performed at often. This is a first draft.