Ode To The Old Fourth Ward

So long, Old Fourth Ward.

I'll miss you crack corner Shell station, and you, too, Murder Kroger. I would be remiss to not mention all you neighborhood whores and Ponce and Boulevard jaywalkers.

I guess I'll have to find a new lullaby now to replace the familiar sound of gun shots ringing like a hundred champagne corks popping on New Year's Eve. And should I ever need to call on the fuzz for help again, maybe they'll actually be faster than a pizza delivery now that they're not right next door.

Whoooa, lady love. Slow down there just a minute. You're only moving to Cabbagetown. All hope is not lost.

~ the lady love