Free Form Jazz
 

 

Doo-wop-doo-wop
ha-ha-ha
the pink bicycle top
blew
to the blue
strings of yellow
open books
for you to look
too hip to be glued
if your guide
is the T.V.
then wood
the oak and pine
bs sanded to suit
the tuxedo train
chugs down
the harmonica breath
blue striped sheets
are chilled
by leather baggage
stuck
through silver tacks
and it lacks
the chimes
to ring
so sing it
if you can



~ For George Langley's private challenge: Makes No Cents ~




By C. Steven Blue

© 2010 C. Steven Blue (All rights reserved)

 

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