Jeffrey Pipes Guice

New Orleans
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Our Movable Feast

Ridin’ round New Orleans on my Vespa...
With my baby holdin’ on real tight...
Life should be nothin’ if not a movable feast...
Lastin’ all day and into the night...

Headin’ down St Charles to the Quarters...
Searchin’ for the freshest beignets...
Wavin’ to the tourists on the streetcar...
It’s gonna be one of those days...

Sippin’ Café au lait with the Creoles...
Listenin’ to brass bands playin’ jazz...
Inspired by the likes of Louis Armstrong...
Playin’ music with everything they has...

Shoppin’ for antiques on Royal...
Headin’ to Galatoire’s for some trout almondine...
Toppin’ it all off at the Napoleon House...
My baby’s happy to be makin’ the scene...

Lookin’ at all the beautiful mansions...
Travelin’ up Esplanade in the cool shade...
Degas on the left, JazzFest on the right...
Just hold on my baby, don’t be afraid...

Takin’ in the nature at City Park...
Mommas and daddies playin’ wit the kids...
If these century old oak trees could be talking’
Mo stories then just beer and short ribs...

Drivin’ along the Bayou St John...
On our way to Lake Pontchartrain...
We love ridin’ along the lakefront...
As we cool down in an afternoon rain...

We stopped to eat good seafood
At Fitzgerald’s and we here to tell...
Drinkin’ beer and shuckin’ oysters...
Suckin’ them straight off their slippery shell...

Finally headin’ home on my Vespa...
With my baby holdin’ on real tight...
Life should be nothin’ if not a movable feast...
Never endin’ until the sun rises bright...

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