Canal Street at Noon: A Twenty-First Century Take on a Marcus B. Christian Classic

This short story is a tribute to the poem about Canal Street by Dat NOLA Chic. The vivid imagery and lively rhythm of the poem captured the essence of the bustling street and its diverse cast of characters. Inspired by the poem, this story seeks to paint a picture of Canal Street as it exists today, with all its energy and vibrancy.

The sun was high in the sky and the air was thick with the sound of music and chatter as I strolled down Canal Street on my way to the Ferry. I couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the eclectic mix of people that surrounded me. On one side of the street were the flashy “Oh-My-Gods” with their designer shades and kicks so clean that they sparkled in the sunlight. They strutted down the street like they owned it, their heads held high with an air of confidence that demanded attention.

On the other side of the street were the “Grind-Don’t-Stops” – the ones who were working hard to chase their dreams and make a living. They moved with purpose, their eyes fixed firmly on the prize as they hustled to make ends meet.

In the midst of all this, there were the “You-Know-You-Want-This” – their outfits fresh and their hair laid back, oozing an effortless cool that made you want to be a part of their world. And then there were the “Hustlin’-For-Tips” – crossing the street in a dash, each one grinding hard with no slack.

As I walked, I couldn’t help but be struck by the energy of Canal Street – the constant hum of streetcars and the beeping of Ubers, the lively chatter of people from all walks of life, and the sheer vibrancy of it all. This was New Orleans’ heart at noon, and it was a sight to be seen.

But amidst the hustle and bustle, one thing was clear – everyone here was working hard to make a living. And as I thought about it, I realized that this was the true spirit of Canal Street – a place where dreams were chased and hard work paid off, a place where you had to grind to keep up with the non-stop beat.

And so, with a renewed sense of appreciation for the vibrant energy of Canal Street, I walked on, determined to keep up with the heat and chase my own dreams.


My remake of Canal Street at Noon by Marcus B. Christian

Down the street strut the flashy “Oh-My-Gods”
With designer shades, kicks so clean;
Up the street hustle the “Grind-Don’t-Stops”
Chasin’ dreams, makin’ green.

Swaggerin’ on are the “You-Know-You-Want-This” –
Outfits fresh, hair laid back;
Cross the street dash the “Hustlin’-For-Tips” –
Each grindin’ with no slack.

Uber beeps, streetcar hums on this lively scene;
Canal Street’s a non-stop beat;
New Orleans’ heart at noon, a sight to be seen –
Gotta eat to keep up the heat.

The Orginal Canal Street at Noon

by Marcus B. Christian

A black and white reproduction of a photograph of Louisiana writer, Marcus Christian.Photo byCOURTESY OF EARL K. LONG LIBRARY, UNIVERSITY OF NEW ORLEANS.

Down the street come the great “By-Gods” With hat and coat and cane; Up the street come the little “My -Gods” To struggle and strive again.

Strutting along are the “You-Laugh-I-Frowns” — Suits new, shoes shiny-black; Across the street trot the “Yassum-Miss-Browns” — Each with a hump in his back.

Sleek autos honk and the street-cars roar — It’s a very busy street; Canal Street is taking its lunch once more — All animals must eat.



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