AT NIGHT

AT NIGHT

 

 

 

 

Shadows

intent on magic

sway on plaster walls

as dancing gray images

surrender to

kingdoms of jazz.

 

Horns with finger

tapping and pushing

tempt valves to sing

on streets of gold

where Gabriel’s heart frowns

jealous, of the cool

hots below.

 

The jazz continues

with a rush on high

with worshipping eyes

blending this and that

never fainting or falling

into tired.

 

 

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