Crescent City Rhythms

Oh, Crescent City, rhythm of jazz and of life, In the bosom of your streets, music does thrive. Jazz notes sway in the air, like a wildfire it’s rife, Just like a heartbeat, keeps the city alive. Bourbon Street echoes, with the song of the Crescent, Artists playing soulfully, their fingers on fire. Satchmo’s spirit lives, the echoes aren’t absent, In every melody, you hear their desire. Vieux Carré, Quarter’s heart, beats in syncopation, It's a symphony of sound, under the Southern skies. In the pulse of New Orleans, there’s no cessation, An anthem of the heart, where the music never dies. {end}