Just sitting here feeling blue no money or time to go to New Orleans and Im missing it. Oh to wake up tomorrow and be at Cafe Du Monde at 7 a.m. thats always been a magical time for me there. To hear Louisiana music from so many doorways in the quarter a poor boy at Guys Poboys where Marvin the owner makes one for you out of love and friendship. To slip into one of the many dive bars anywhere in town and sip a beer.
Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans?