the immortals

the old jazz place in the French Quarter
New Orleans
those great names
they went back decades,
but they were tired
those old blacks
they were tired and old
but they still had style
they pumped it out
it was authentic
they pumped it out
and they were drinking too
like the rest of us,
and between sets
we all used the same broken toilet to
piss in
and they stood there
hitting on joints
getting ready to do it again
for 25 or 30 more tourists,
the all-white audience.
they were great and they were tired
and they were overweight
most of them bald,
now almost all of them are dead
and I don’t recall the jazz so much
anymore
only that we all pissed in the same
broken toilet
between sets,
their sets.