Frenchmen Street Poet

November 19th, 2010

On our last night in New Orleans we walked up and down Frenchman Street stopping to watch the bands that were playing in the bars all along the way, eating dinner at Adolphos and drinking lots and lots of Abita beer. We HAD to! It was a one drink minimum to get in the bars and watch the bands! At one point we passed this street poet pictured above…

‘What’s the deal?” I asked her.

‘Give me a topic and I will write you a poem.” she said.

“Kansas!” I said. “Write a poem about Kansas!”

“Uh… I don’t know much about Kansas.” she replied.  But then she started to type.

She wrote a nice little poem too. I have no idea where it is right now, but she used good Kansasy, farmy words – like milk and breeze and straw.   I told her it was very nice and then the CD gave her six bucks for it because all he had left was a five, a one and a twenty and he sure as hell wasn’t going to give her the twenty.


  • We visited there this summer, stayed near Frenchman St., but we didn’t see the poet. Have really enjoyed your NOLA photos the past couple of days.