Hot Times

Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn't it a pity
Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city

All around, people looking half dead
Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head
Lovin Spoonful "Summer In The City lyrics"

86 degrees in the Louisiana shade,
We happily wander the sidewalks,
embarked on a French Quarter crusade,
listening to crowds chatter and talk.
Horns barking in air, humidity weighed,
we are swept along in a flock
with no desire to escape the culture,
of New Orleans all decadent and pure.

On balconies, yelling waving ladies
call to flocks of young smiling men,
strutting along, muscular in tight tees.
We are visitors in a dragon's den,
spit out from buses or mercedes,
to mix with the party crowds again.
New Orleans, I love you so much,
and I live for your hot touch.

It is another hot Louisiana day,
the kind that seeps into your soul,
slowly taking inhibition away,
as among the partiers we stroll.
I wish in New Orleans I could stay.
The French Quarter makes me whole,
but alas I must again head north,
wave goodbye to indulgence, sally forth.

But at night it's a different world
Go out and find a girl
Come-on come-on and dance all night
Despite the heat it'll be alright

And babe, don't you know it's a pity
That the days can't be like the nights
In the summer, in the city
In the summer, in the city
Lovin Spoonful "Summer In The City lyrics"

Stormylady Poetry Contest: Use the words - crowds barking horns chatter yelling buses escape sidewalks in a poem.