off canal

school day's attitude,

with

sun rays on a

red vette hood,

garden district and

french quarter blues,

fountain rain washes

'way mostly good,

but memories made

down by Jackson's square,

never fade,

I do declare,

so trumbone shorty blow

that horn,

on the corner

of

Royal' and Esplinade,

lucky dogs, hard lemonade,

maybe even

two or three hand grenades,

but, remember what ever goes down,

in that steaming shade,

history's in the making,

grafitti sign your name.