Poetry in New Orleans

In my travels, I have seen more than one street corner poet with typewriters cranking out poems for dollars. Last week I came across poet Random Cushing while exploring Bourbon Street and the French Quarter.

I commissioned a poem about New Orleans and interviewed him while he worked.

A text version of the poem follows. 

 
The Tides of New Orleans

Spring time rising
 that cacophonous approach
   of parades and livelihood
hanging on
      for dear life
         because life is so dear
and here they celebrate
       the opportunity
to know something of these days
   the flood of sensation
      keeping us vital
   for when we go
     the place remains with us.