Midnight in Moscow (or... Things the grandkids don't know) [View all]

It was 1962, I was 17.
Pouring rain on Decatur Street,
Midnight in Moscow from a dark bar.
Me standing at Aunt Sally's window, Squinting over at Cafe du Monde,
Wishing I had a dime for a beignet.
Kid comes along, my age,
Says he has a room down Royal.

He buys muffelettas.
We do it. I walk an hour up St. Charles
To Carondelet Street
Where I got a third-floor room
By saying I was 18 and worked switchboard
At the telephone company.