Z is for Zydeco . . .

End the month

with dancing,

I’m thinkin’

banjo, washboard, fiddle,

an’ the lilt of Creole talkin’

dark eyes flashin’

an’ we drinkin’ home-made,

sitting on that rickety wooden 
slat back porch

built out over the bayou,

danglin’ yer feet o’er the side,

crawdads ticklin’ yer toes,

and waitin’ for them

dugout canoes to come on in,

tie up below, especially Jake,

carryin' his hand-held squash box,

Granny Broussard 

two babes slung on her side,

an it’s a Saturday night.

Wish I were a Creole with a history of making music like this that lilts through each day, stitching years of bayou history and culture together, family times good and bad.

This clip of Jeffery Broussard and the Creole Cowboys (about 4 minutes) just might brighten your day.