Red-velvety Feel

  the walking, in
   A friendly smile
   By what isn't really
   Not even a worry
  Jack straight
   No white horse around
   Down the hatch
   Watered down
    No matter as I
     Reassure
     That beauty is
     For it is
     Truth.
 'Tis yet another place
   That I could love
   It's red-velvety feel
    Drunken feel
    Like a glove.

   Red walls
   Old framed mirrors
   Red, green
   Lights as the music plays
   No place to dance
   The great feel stays
   For the clutter of noise
     Surrounds
     None the less
     I love this

     French Quarter New Orleans.