New Orleans poem

 New Orleans is the city with a skyline so blue, New Orleans is the city where you meet people with smiles so true. The city with music in its blood, its parties rage on through the rain and mud. New Orleans is the city where you might meet a friend, you have a few drinks with them till you friends till the end. The night life is amazing with jazz and campfires blazing. It’s that one city with your lucky room, the hotel with a no vacancy sign gifts you room number 2 and suddenly it feels like home. Even if you’ve never been there, in New Orleans you’re never alone. People become family and lend a hand, you meet up with them at a bar to go see the local band. You see street performers making their living playing their way of life, you see most of them traveled their way here from fife. You might try a few new meals like crawfish and fries but it gets better when you see that skyline. It looks like it came from a miracle or two, but it’s only a galaxy away. You couldn’t miss it, even if you’re still hungover from a Mardi Gras party in may. It appears out of nowhere like snow in the summer. That skyline only gets prettier in June. You stroll into bars with artists playing the blues, and see a story on the local news. You can care less about it, or you can care even more, just go visit a local store. The people of New Orleans are the shell to the turtle, strong and filling the city with hope. A once little town with big dirt mounds turns into this big city going round and round. Every small gesture helps in this town. Just make sure to come back around to New Orleans, the city where the skyline gleams. New Orleans, the city that gleams.