Bourbon Street Moonlight

[Intro] [Verse 1] The sax hums low where the river bends, Bourbon Street shadows, where the night never ends. A slow-drip trumpet melts the heat away, Sweet magnolia whispers, carry the day. [Verse 2] Old piano keys, rusted but true, A two-step rhythm in a worn-out shoe. The bartender sighs, pours a blues in a glass, “Laissez les bon temps rouler,” let the sorrows pass. [Chorus] Oh, New Orleans, swing your tired soul, Let the streetlamps flicker where the jazz unfolds. A second line marches, tears turn to wine, Bourbon Street moonlight—it’s a borrowed-time rhyme. [Bridge] Bayou breeze hums through the alleyway cracks, A slide guitar answers, never looks back. King Cake baby hides in the haze, But the blues don’t sleep till the sun meets the waves. [Verse 3] The clarinet wails, a lover’s last call, Smoky brass echoes off the French Quarter wall. The drummer’s heartbeat fades with the dawn, But the jazz blues stays—it was never really gone. [Outro]