Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Mikaela Castledine #332 Jazz

There is a bus stop
outside the jazz club
queues form for either
at random intervals

Every twenty minutes or so
during performances
a bus riffs up and meshes
with the slot window in the wall
shows its inner working lighted
for all the night to see
deposits or
drives people away

Jazz can be like that
when you either love it
or hate it enough
to use public transport

3 comments:

  1. That is wonderful. I enjoyed the place the poem ended - and loved the line 'for all the night to see'.

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