Jazz, poetry by Robert Laird at Spillwords.com



written by: Robert Laird



a smooth slide
through this city,
midnight cocktails, winding stale smoke
density balancing frailty
on solemn, brassy truth
and I hear for a while,
such craving stars pulling notes
from nightscapes unyielding,
kneading anew their dreams
and cool
midnight swagger.

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