Open Poetry #41 |
Rhythm Of the Blues |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
The rhythm of the blues, The cherry wood tables Keeping their tops heavy, With the glass slim bottles staged around The audience’s cusped hands. The slew of bartenders Flashing their skin, Their arms on an island With their legs underneath Their unbridled eyes. The alley sits staring, The room so dark, Where Charlie holds his trumpet, Its gold wrap tans the clubs shadow, Right off the corner, Through the easy spilled late hour blues. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Beautiful! I could feel the atmosphere of the Blues! Margherita |
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