In a petit cafe
With blue walls and floral ceiling-tile coving
”Summertime” is played through radio,
Note and rhythms is surrounding all over.
In the second day of June,
My last day in New Orleans,
I find the path back through old times with the tune,
The heat wave brings me a beautiful illusion,
To see Creoles sitting on the balcony of those colonial-era cottages.
A talent pool with countless musicians
Give a presentation on Royal St. and Jackson Sq.
The sun shines bright above from blue sky,
Glittering faces enjoy the magical moment swinging with instruments.
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