Looking for Gumbo
He had wanted Gumbo, the local café was out
he had to seek a broader horizon at home he couldn`t find it.
He took the coach to the end of the country, but no
the further away he got the less Gumbo, he got the blues
and bathed in the river, which was natural for him to do,
moved into people’s home, but they didn`t have Gumbo.
At a bakery-café where mostly women sit and drink tea
eat creamy cake and talk about their weight, he found
a lady who had the recipe for Gumbo; followed
her home, she really had Gumbo, but wouldn`t let him sit
on her new furniture, so he took the coach home, where
to his surprise, a new café had opened selling what
he needed for free, and he didn`t have to pay for it.