Cannot find you - m4t (New Orleans)Your tender curls had me entranced the moment we met in New York. I cherish the time we shared in all the most cosmopolitan cities. I long to bring you home, to let you soak and cast off the gritty remains of your upbringing. Your bitter sting is more precious than Peychaud's, but you are nowhere to be found in this bohemian danger-zone.
I have biked all over town, and consulted the finest voodoo priestess landlords. Now I find myself becoming unhinged in the produce aisle.
BTW, That's Spogga doing "When the Saints Come Marching In" in his own inimitable style. His other Cosmpolitan Metropolis is Providence. . .