Jazz  

Blue jazz nights of
drifting smoke
And pluck-away words
To fall to the floor
Hang on the sounds
Of Coltrane’s clouds

Smoky bar
Dripping jazz music walls
Bronzed & brazed
Chromium gin-liquid glasses
Clunking whiskey gold-tones

Midnight of the mind
Illumined strong
in neon glow of OPEN signs
And the stinging cringes
From the past

Mixed emotions on the rocks
Melting ice
Melting nights
And the days to come

© 2006 Michael Hogan