Jazz Workshop 

 

Rimshots and silver strings of bass viol sweat

Drip down like dissonant rings of after-chords.

The beat pounds sweet

Off-on repeats

The bars of two glass drinks

The min the max the mike boost sings

The cymbals brushed and fine

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The trip is here

And with the major seventh brings

A candle swings it out

The bar girl lifts me with the flicker

Out the set is taken out

And I see black

The tiny tables crammed in back

The street horns mute

The rimshots shoot harmonics

Through and out.