CIRCLING STORMS

 

 

 

 

The crowded club jived with dance.

High stepping

fast fire slapping, leather turning

as day

releases into night

and the passion of jazz.

 

Diamond rings, teethe that shine,

silky hands, twisted pearls,

combed flat black hair,

satin eyes and suspenders that snap.

 

Rhythm makes the hands give in

as the bass breathes out strings

pulling the sax

while sound circles

in smoky perfume air

like storms in the room.

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