Blue News
We need a black shiny piano
a golden Sax,
a smoky mind drinking blue air.
Outside a mythical speak-easy
train wrecks are on a loop.
The green dollar of a once green dream
has become a sickly chihuahua
on life-support.
Here in this jazz club for one
mood songs write themselves;
a dark and comfortable love
poured from a cut-glass reality.
In that other world,
where wars rage, and rage wars
there is nothing but blue news.
Here we are deep velvet,
a slow croon of nocturnal madrigals
reprised under the low light
of an electric moon.
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