In the car, pressing my face against the window,
Noticing the things I have to leave behind for now.
The old man who plays his saxophone on his porch, Good bye New Orleans.
The famous Praline shop in the city, Good bye New Orleans.
Waving at the sweet girls jumping rope singing their riddles, Good bye New Orleans.
Passing up the best place in the city for hot spicy crawfish, Good bye New Orleans.
Drifting away from where the finest cook lives, my grandmother, making those hot red beans every
Monday, Good bye New Orleans;
Imagining all the Gumbo I will miss out on, Good bye New Orleans.
Wishing I’ll be the first to catch the most beads on Mardi Gras day, Good bye New Orleans.
Passing through the fine French Quarters, Good bye New Orleans.
As I removed my face from the glass, knowing they’ll be no place like home.
Good bye New Orleans.
- Ashley
