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
That is wonderful. I enjoyed the place the poem ended - and loved the line 'for all the night to see'.
ReplyDeletelove this, and jazz too
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