Sometime I go back to that jazz joint
before yesterday ...
I wasn't quiet born yet
and this jazz box has become a mcdo ...
Nothing is immortal .
I love this weird place
that travels through the night ,
in which I am the only passenger.
Poisonous and delicious voluptuousness
mixing insomnia and old bourbon...
Leaning against the bar in front of a gin
Liberty Valance waits for the man .
It's not a woman's business ...
I'm lulled to sleep
by the sweet intox '
of Lionel Hampton vibes ...
'' Hey ba-ba- rebop ! ''
Cloud of Havana and Cuba libre .
Sentimental mood in a mellow tone ,
barflies turn ladies of the night ...
'' Champagne baby ? ''
The towers are still in the wall street spirit
and Hemingway hasn't died of boredom...
Double bass reincarnated in a bird of love,
Charles Mingus mingles the musical tantrums,
making me dizzy with fumes of rum ...
5.A.M.
The jazz club has imploded !
We're all dead .
It's time to go to bed
closer a sinner lady ...
Jazz ,my friend, is only noise
declaiming its flame !
And when legend surpasses reality,
Liberty Valance is still alive ...
Damn' mcdo !
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lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
So many references in this poem to songs, musicians and movie characters a most interesting write
I love this old jazz from the end of the night !
A time-travel poem. It is filled with musicality, rhythm, internal repetitions and associative poetics. It breathes jazz, reproducing its nature: improvisation, vibration, emotional freedom. You have brought an entire era to life in your words.
Thanks ! Alas ! To finish reincarnated as a mcdo !
excellent write
Thanks Nephilim !
I really enjoyed
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