new orleans poem

Your mind probably conjures up all sorts of central ideas when you think of a collection of poetry called I Wandered From New Orleans: Cajun food, the French Quarter, the Garden District, Mardi Gras, balconies, beads, ghosts, Hurricane Katrina, Bourbon Street, jazz, shrimp, Creoles… Is there any other place in this country (New York, perhaps?) that could be a cliche within itself because of all of these wonderful (and predictable) things that give New Orleans its ambiance and flavor?