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Monday, 2 July 2007

50 word stories: Cajun Song -- by Zephirine

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I am so poor, I have no shoes. I love that blonde girl from across the bayou, but her Mama won’t have me in the house. Hey, pretty dark-haired girl, want to dance with a poor man? See how well we dance together, four bare feet in time.

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6 comments:

DoctorShoot said...

the purple colour and the polka salad zydeco tub-men...

skin another chicken mother Zeph and tell us more...

Zephirine said...

"Not till the music stops, cher".

I was looking out some cajun music for our friend File and the voices stayed in my mind...

New Orleans was the only bit of the USA I ever wanted to visit and now where has it gone?

DoctorShoot said...

nobody can drown the music...

leadbelly, jellyroll morton,..

maybe if al gore gets up there might be a revival along Conti Street of river ramblers, huck finns, and corner-tappers for C21... as long as tourism, real estate, crime, and misguided rebuilding, hasn't trod the golden goose into the Mississippi mud forever...

Zephirine said...

A little bit of cajun music:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ejZKkT7W6wg

file said...

like this one Z, a flick of your brush and you've caught the catfish on a hair, it's the neverending eternal again isn't it? But with gumbo, Arcadian accordion and chevies in the broken levvies, in the words of the undeniable doctor 'skin another chicken mother Z!'

Anonymous said...

I can hear music in this without going to the links. Zeph: it's like your SF poem - full of notes.