Five Songs

 I am an American woman, but here,

here in this city that gave us jazz and

gumbo and Tennessee Williams, I do not

fly a free bird. Memory can clip angel wings.


Willy does the hand jive on every corner,

hucksters and buskers hustle for quarters, and

women with chains heavier than mine offer a

taste of paradise in the house of the rising sun.


You think you can be a visitor in my life

but you don't know how difficult that may be.

The chains I wear, made of seaweed, will tighten

when I go crazy on you in a siren song.


ReadWritePoem Prompt: Day One

1. Put your iPod or iTunes (or other mp3 player) on shuffle. (If you don’t have a music player that shuffles, you can choose CD or album titles at random from your collection by writing several titles down on little slips of paper … works the same way.)
2. Write down the first five titles that come up. No cheating allowed!
3. Use all five titles to draft a new poem. They have to be used intact — you can interrupt them with punctuation, but you may not remove or change words.

These five songs didn't come from my I-Pod. I was in New Orleans having dinner at Jacque Imo's on Oak Street. These five songs were barely heard above the din. I changed the title of one song, but just barely. Can you guess what they are?