WINGS OF AN ANGEL
ASLEEP ON GREEN MOSS
SINGING SMOKEY BLUES
IN A NEON TOILET
HARMONICA WINDOW
WHERE THE NOTES BLOW
SAXOPHONE SINKS
AND DREAMS END
SILVER BLOOD
ON AN ONYX FLOOR
MOVING TO THE RHYTHM
OF COUNT BASIE
STAND UP BASS
IN A SIT DOWN WORLD
NODDING OUT
ON UPPERS
A STREET LIGHT
ON A PINK BOULEVARD
WHERE MOTORCYCLES
ARE CHAIRS
SPADE COOLEY
RIDES AGAIN
AND DAYS
GROW SHORTER
IN THE NEXT ROOM
PIANO RAMBLINGS
OF THE POET
ARE STILL
SILENT NIGHT
ON AN EVIL DAY
LOUD DAY
ON AN EVIL NIGHT
SO EXCEPTIONAL WAS SHE
HER EYELIDS
WERE MADE OF GLASS
AND BECAME SLIPPERS
Bobby Jameson Mar 5, 2009
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