Flash of white shirt cuffgold cufflinks dealin sparksthem long brown fingerslike Cuban cigarsslappin strings in timesaid slappinblues man dont strum or pickcall it slap bassthats what its calledstand...
Footsteps on cobblestonesdown a walkbarely wide enough for twohe gesturesin silent Italianshe shakes her headAdmiring geraniumsin a window plantershe misses his shrugged replyTheir table is setoutsid...
Slender fingers carefully coaxa tuning peg to tightenviolin tucked snuglyin the crook of her neckstrings respond but softlyto the subtle bowThat much is simple physicsBut in which hairs-breadth synap...
Even the angry crossing bellsas a midnight freight rolls throughsound like jazz to me nowIve got it badIm hearin beatsfrom a Harley at a traffic lightdrum solos from a garbage truckshakin a dumpster ...
Theres a place in townthats calledthe Little Clubturn left on VineDont you dareyou squaretear upthat ticket stubone Micheloband youll feel fineEvery nightthe cats come outjust to play that jazzand kn...
Art walk nightthe air is rightup on the cornertheyre just startinto play so tightcuttin upthey swing, they jumprythmic groovesand baby, it movesthat downtownsidewalksaxophone(thre e, four)all alone(se...
When you saidI really like the waythat turned outI thought you meantthe couplein the picturenot the photographitselfBecausewe feel that waydont wewhen friendswe knew belonged togetherfinallyfigure th...
Ending a songwithout resolving the chordleaves youlike a coffee cupbalancedon the edge of its saucerWhat if thats the trickto life?How many conversationssituationsrelatio nshipslivesend without resolv...
Cotton Beltlocomotivethirty-eight-oh- ninewhose last tired mileended hereGives up partsto keep her tired siblingsrollingwhile she rustsand tells her railroad storiesto the weeds
Carefully stayingin your line of sightI reach outtouch your facewhisper your nameBridle, saddle, stirrups, reinslie ready in the tack roomwith your blankettheyre for another dayanother timeToday is f...
Summers final settingstrikes a starburstin my lensMustard weedsmasquerade as yellow strawDusty sycamore leavesborrow notes of raw siennafrom the dying sunA moments breezewhispers throughthe wild barl...
Neon colorssplash in gutter puddleschic umbrellas appearfrom handbagsas a sudden rainreimagines Pasadenaas Paris
I would tell youyoure too oldfor skateboard tricksbutyoure already off the launch padin flightright arm a rebel flagshaggy haircut whippingstale summer airone grey suede Etniekicking forward toward t...
Hollywoods been makingboring movies againblank white characters in vapid liveswho spend their timeand glittering moneyon meaninglesspointlessthingsNot usWho else would spenda carefree hourbrowsing fo...
Let me bring twilightof pine scents and cricketsto soothe your torrid summer sunseta clear medley of starsand fleeting cloudsto whisper morning lyrics in your earLet me add a gentleperfume of iceto y...
He straightens his power tieshoots his cuffsbetween the cool sixth floor and the lobbynothing like a Splash of Nashin the Club Loungeto punctuate a trystwith a spicy older womanThen outthrough the br...
Just before mimosasand scrambled eggsstandard issueLAPD Ford compactmetallic blueamber light flashing lazilyin the rear windowmakes the turnfrom Stone Canyon Drivewheels through the East Gateof Bel A...
Santa Ana windcomes off desolate stretches of Route 66whips down arroyos and mountain passessoars to the seaSanta Ana windwhines through Assyrian parapetsof City Halldown Cesar Chavezup the dawn-red ...
Sprinkler water dripsfrom unripe gin-berriesof woody junipersat lawns ragged edgeBanded mockingbirdson telephone wiresshow off their collectionsof pirated songsSouthern magnoliastake deep breathsand ...
We are spindly hermit crabspicking our wayalong an endless white sand beachour bodies are bony shellsawkward shapesand colorssometimes we decorate themWe help ourselvesto a vacant shellnot designedto...
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