it’s 1922 ,,Save time Airmail in bi plane , we’re over Head drop the sack

One hundred and One years ago ,,,I am in New Orleans , we’re staying at the Monteleone hotel
on Royal Street ( which still stands )
i’ll try to bring something back for everyone
When I opened the squeekless door to my room
I saw a shadow which seemed to be me
I think I herd someone say
In the hall ,,
that’s the last time we saw him
I ran to the window looking down
I saw him cross over
down to Bourbon Street
Where only the night before
I was mugged ,
for my watch and wallet ,
To make it worse ,they Stole
a large part of my time
that I had left ,to my Heirs