Saturday, February 12, 2011

Sometime after the end of most things

And then the sun returned
and the people resumed

the jets marred the skies
which might have been blue

hearts beat, feeble organs
playing predictable dirges

but from an abandoned bar
a piano stubbornly played

an ecstatic boogie-woogie
all the way ‘til certain dawn.

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