Thursday, March 1, 2012

on the other side of the lattice...

Jazz
I think
Waits for the train whistle
Here
It
Is
To Oceans Paris France & New York City
On breezes in the night
All night
Every night
Until
The moon gets me up very early
All night
Every night
,
While
Jazz
I think
Runs the pampas
&
The rivers
On the other side of the lattice