Elevated Trains

poetry

Caught the last train to Belmont
then the expressway back to Granville

Cops in their cars and
drunks in their gutters
with the wind just cold enough
to keep the stepping lively

and the jazz was swinging all night,
I can assure you.
From the diner on Irving Park to
the Green Mill down on Broadway.

The jazz was
swinging,
I can absolutely
tell you that

5 thoughts on “Elevated Trains

  1. Sometimes I worry I write too much about jazz, seeing as it’s all I really do in life (jazz, that is).

    But you have reassured me.

    Thanks!

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