by: rachelle smith
the line of store fronts are all smoky bbq, clattering feet and saxophone jazz.
on this busy NOLA street i hear a trumpet tribute as i twist the sign to “open” on my tiny eatery.
i wrap my head in a white scarf and pray by the door.
i want the spirits to eat just as well as we do.
ooo! ooo! ooo!
that gumbo appetite heat wave riot.
tap tap a full glass of water with ice.
summer air as spicy as my rice in tuesday’s blue special.
cook’s row is all people shadowy pavement with clustered conversations.
rat tat tat of a snare.
“giiiiirl!” from across the street there.
smell the louisiana breeze.
new as today.
old as voodou.
taste all the home cooking stories you hear.
is a spoken word artist residing in dayton, ohio. words are her passion. her poetry and short stories are inspired by personal experiences, spirituality and the drive to move the reader emotionally. chelle also is an author, grade school teacher and graduate of miami university with a b.a. in creative writing.