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and Woody Herman played

Blues in the Night.

A malignant moon
shines his metallic claws -
combs my hair and brushes me forward.
I am alone in the shadowy crooks 
of a poisoned metropolis.

A clandestine garbage chute -
where waifs and strays burn
within the fetid bowels 
of a cavernous concrete underbelly.

The orphanage awaits my arrival,
as muted outcries are crushed 
beneath my footsteps. 
A parentless prison
teeters atop Utopia's dreaded brim;
the hamlet where Orwell slew Hilton.

St. Peter has been released
and no longer tends the kitchen.
Agony and angel wings reneged
a redundant brotherhood of sorts.
His recipe for remorse shall be missed. 

Blues in the Night.

In the distance, 
feigned epileptic outbursts
placates a patron's fears.
Caffeine injections

stimulates another's venial sins
as it magnifies their cardinal options.
An insomnious woman converses
with a napkin holder. The surface

is dull and unreflective, like she.
Banter never-to-be heard
by her never-to-be gentleman caller.
I am home –
amongst the dead I adore.

A haggard waitress serves me a menu.
A laminated journal stained 
with melancholy and mustard.
Desolation and demi-tasse
are tonight’s midnight special.
Ten cents additional, if you order deluxe.

Blues in the Night.

I twiddle my thumbs 
for I have no other’s to borrow.
I catch my rugged reflection 
in the asylum’s window.
I espy my counterpart again

in a twisted spoon -
realizing I’m three utensils short 
from a grievous quartet salted
with Mack Sennett misfits.

A collection of dishes clatter
above the sanatorium’s jukebox. 
I place my spoon on the counter
and pick up a lifeless knife.
I envy its potential and possibilities

as Woody Herman croons 
in the background.

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  1. Date: 4/11/2011 1:37:00 AM
    This is something very amazing to me! Very cool!

  1. Date: 5/26/2009 10:05:00 AM
    Congrats once again as you are being honoured once again with another feature of the week. We can’t get this kind of well deserved honour else where other than poetrysoup. Keep writing, you are a great poet… Leke

  1. Date: 5/26/2009 5:24:00 AM
    Another 'golden oldy'....More congrats on this classic. Big love, daver

  1. Date: 5/26/2009 4:17:00 AM
    John,congratulations on your poetry being featured this week. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 5/25/2009 2:16:00 PM
    There is something in this poem that just carried me back to watching the old black and white TV. I've enjoyed this poem and have read it a number of times, still getting that old feeling of a 1950's mystery. Congrats on the win and the re-feature. Vince

  1. Date: 5/25/2009 10:54:00 AM
    wel done its amazing news you have 2 poems featured this week, so cool God bless from diane

  1. Date: 5/25/2009 2:13:00 AM
    Wonderful and amazing write from a great poet in the 21st Century. You are one of my favs. Ernilando

  1. Date: 1/13/2009 9:00:00 AM
    Sitting in a Cafe on a summer night in the seediest area of downtown Vancouver (Hastings Street) observing the real world - outside my box. I was fascinated with this place and spent many hours there - sometimes against my better judgement, but no harm ever came to me. Some of life's greatest lessons - I learned there. A MASTERPIECE of writing, John. CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR WIN! Lainie

  1. Date: 1/12/2009 9:08:00 PM
    wonderful write... congratulations ...

  1. Date: 1/11/2009 5:52:00 AM
    Hi John! Beautifully done by a one who could show no less than a greatness! Jazzy-musical, outstanding imagery, I dunno what they were serving, but you took over in the kitchen and created a delicious masterpiece! Blessing to you and yours, John!! Mikki

  1. Date: 1/11/2009 5:30:00 AM
    My gut tells me this was from the gut . . . My literary sense tells me this was written by someone who has seen life at its worst . . . With an almost "Beat" stylistic . . . er . . . beat, this poem is Kerouck-on-the-road mentality and Bukowski-in-the-rot-gut-bottomed-out . . . Add a bit of colorful clarinet and saxophone and you have absolutely got you a winner here, even if you hadn't won . . .

  1. Date: 1/10/2009 8:04:00 AM
    a masterpiece!

  1. Date: 1/9/2009 6:42:00 PM
    Congratulations for your win. Great poem!

  1. Date: 1/9/2009 4:27:00 PM
    Congratulations, John, on your well-deserved win on Soup. Have a wonderful new year. All best, Orma

  1. Date: 1/8/2009 8:38:00 AM
    This is wonderful, John. The imagery is vivid and filled with so many great phrases. Congratulations on your well deserved win. Love, Robin

  1. Date: 1/7/2009 1:45:00 PM
    congrats on being featured, great poem....Maryam

  1. Date: 1/7/2009 1:27:00 PM
    Warmest congratulations on your win in this contest. This is still on of my favorites, ok all your poems are favorites, but this one is a favorite favorite. Very well done. Love Heidie

  1. Date: 1/7/2009 8:38:00 AM
    simply divine, this is the epitome of poetry, the beginning, and the ending were superb, well deserved acknowledgement.......

  1. Date: 1/5/2009 6:41:00 PM
    This is one I can read and hear the music in my mind. A well deserved winner in the contest. Congratulations, John. Vince

  1. Date: 1/5/2009 2:48:00 PM
    Congratulations on getting second place in the Poetry Soup contest - well deserved :) Christopher

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