Horn blue blows,
and dancers slunk
as slinkers sometimes do.
Bass punctuates.
Trumpet trumps it
as trumpets do.
Piano fingers plane the keyboard.
Lounge is smoking. Everyone is sliding,
slipping, riding into trip waves.
Music brave us.
Jazz keep us.
Horn-blow blue us always.
Friday, December 31, 2010
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