Meat heat sizzles
On the stainless steel vending cart,
Baked in Southern sun…
As Iggy rattles down Bourbon St.
To a bastille of tourists.
For a snack or a meal,
Paradise for sale, paper sheafed
Bun split with a tonged dog.
Green capped ketchup
And mistreated mustard
Squirted with the might of a fireman.
Iggy collects his quarter
And the sun sets again on Fortune’s wheel.