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lost highways

Later on we walked down to the jazz bar

Where Charles Mingus and Duke Ellington

Threw out wah-wah dreams

The trumpets whispered mysteries

Martini false dawns

Hi-hats leading us through the looking glass

We danced until death

Folding into each other like a deck of cards

Until we could take it no more

And as the saxophone reached its violent crescendo

And the jazz man collapsed on the floor

We fell into a fever

That lasted forever

 

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Stu Buck

Wed 15th Jul 2015 10:44

Thanks. Jazz and poetry. Like cheese and crackers.

Travis Brow

Wed 15th Jul 2015 07:12

''Folding into each other like a deck of cards'' - a great line Stu.

''Hi-hats leading us through the looking glass'' - gotta love a hi-hat.

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