Any Young Place
And there was a beat to it then, you know?
the type you couldn’t place; and you
handed in your coat and soul, when
you stepped into the room
And in the rush to get higher than Eifel,
cooler than ice, we jumped and ducked
to the sax’s sound and the drum's
almighty swell, with urgent steady feet;
a bruising cruising, poetic musing,
shattered tattoo from hell
and the blustering, crazy, hazy, wild
hip-hop, jazz-filled headless chicken-
room,
bounced outside over the garbaged,
twilight, “buddy give a dime,” neon
signed, lunar-crooner heaven’s spooner,
zip-zap smoking moon,
and the blue-jeaned devil’s, mighty revels
shot the black heart, jump start, bouncing,
trouncing, blue-veined sweating night.
And there was a beat to it then, you know?
Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2015
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