let’s meet in a café
i’ll draw your portrait
if i could do justice to myth.
i’ll lick latte from your tongue
then write your name in my cup
let’s sing poetry
and confuse the patrons:
they don’t understand cobblestoned meter.
you sway to jazz
and i’ll grind to blues
juju to my gris-gris
risen spirit to my blood.
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…poetry handcrafted from the inside of bars; no poem recently written…
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