Night Music
Black & white cars
slink slowly beside you
in cool, carnivore evening – jazz
curling sleepily in silence.
Traffic lights nod
As huge gas wings rise
& you fly, suspended
in winking night air.
Brooding drones
& ancient beasts
crawl toward you &
anger rises
till blood-jade moves
you on
and calliopes
of music meld night
& twangy dung country,
rock hard air &
mournful white
blues wrap night,
hip-hopping
to its changes – all
the countless intersections
of sweet, mindless, melodious
eternities.
Copyright © Glen Enloe | Year Posted 2007
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