a dimly lit bar
a dive into misery
how happy can a man that plays the blues be?
an afro, a white jazz of personality
kick up the bass to vibrate my senses
so excellent
the twinkling of gold fingers
the sax, ever so sexual
just having to move
dancing heartbeats
the guitar man sure can dance
flowing waters on the wall paintings of Gatsby’s American dream
the bar keep is useless
“ What do you want in your coffee,” he asks.
It’s just past 2am“ straight black ”a consistency that allows me to enjoy the finer lights of morning
a crowd of lovers comes about
passionate fires in antique lighters
it’s so late chivalry comes out
but it plays like a fine Steinwayor a summer dress
These fluorescent lights preserve
my memory
so bright
I’ve found Hofner
he dances well
and it’s dark
Here the people make the music
the notes make the staff
and the company makes the evening
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