Non-Erotic PoetryThe Blue Note – W 3rd StA twelve steps shuffle-down
from neon heaven
into smoky darkness
gets you a buzz and jazz.
The news is out,
we have our licence now
you can lace your java
legally.
It’s homage night to
Mulligan and Baker,
the worshipful crowd won't dance
to these tunes. Standing room
only, the ears have the floor
tonight.
By midnight lips go
cracking notes and no joke
but still they play
like pros and we stay
even though we have
to get up early
while the band sleeps.
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