..Well if it rains I don't care/ don't make no difference to me/ just take that streetcar that's goin' uptown...Oh black water, keep on rolling/ Mississippi moon won't you keep on shining on me...
People move at the pace of flowing honey, or not at all. Even blue dogs pant.
The inside is sticky with 90-degrees-plus-humidity sweat. The sleeve is soaked with riverwater. The front has a faint dusting of white powdered sugar.
This shirt is clear proof that I am in New Orleans; I may never wash it again.
(Black Water; Doobie Brothers)
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