The Boogie Men
Darkness falls in the heart of man
and silver wisps of sultry dream
take flight.
Wolves prowl the streets of
the Quarter and bay
golden notes into the night.
Those down-and-out play
their notes again while the
Boogie Men swing just right
while I walk these streets
wet with all their tears as a
ghost stands just out of sight-
Those 1920 olden days,
the raise the roof party craze
and that real boogie with old jazzy bite.
Copyright © Crystal Ray | Year Posted 2016
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