Bebop
man
like it was
cool
like an ice box
left open
in the heat
as the jazz
oozed
out in
statico beats
of non-conformity
to the jive
laid down
by the suits
that live in black an white
laced straight
world
without soul
or
knowing
of the flamboyant
dreams
billowed by the wind
of night.
Copyright © Richard Poor | Year Posted 2014
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