Jazz Club

poetry

open the door and
take the elevator down,
down, down, down, down, down;

into the dark and
the smoke that swirls around,
down, down, down, down, down;

into the past where
that prohibition feeling surrounds,
down, down, down, down, down;

where the music pervades
filling every crevisce with sound,
down, down, down, down, down;

where heads grow light
as drink after drink goes down,
down, down, down, down, down.

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