a blue note
from the horn
in the blue haze.
the blue
lights
of the stage.
the voice is
gravel.
the drinks
are cold and hard.
shoes tap
fingers drum.
hearts
slow down to remember
and forget.
the bitterness is
sweet.
the night no longer
young.
Thursday, October 11, 2018
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