Jazz Jive on Bourbon Drive Poem

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Down in N'awlins, in the heart of the night,
A street band plays, bathed in neon light,
Their brass instruments blaring with flair,
Funky rhythms filling the air.
On Bourbon Drive, they take the stage,
With a groove that's sure to engage,
Saxophone wails, trumpet trills,
Drums and trombone, the band fulfills.
Tourists and locals gather 'round,
Dancing to the jazzy sound,
Feet tapping, heads bobbing along,
As the band plays a soulful song.
Strangers become friends as they sway,
Lost in the music night and day,
A New Orleans street band in full swing,
Bringing joy to all, it's a beautiful thing.
So if you find yourself in the Crescent City,
Listen for the beat, it's such a pity,
To miss the Jazz Jive on Bourbon Drive,
A lively performance that will make you feel alive!