3 May 2008 Jazz in Breda
I see the 16 yr old sluts
Go with the older men
I see cows dressed up
As pretty girl
Pretty girls as bland
Older couples holding hands
Drunken girl in green
With green balloon
Tied to wrist
Fluffy pups and cowboy
Boots
Sophisticated men
And men all dressed in same
Polo shirts and ditto sweaters
The common 52 yr old
Woman wearing moccasins
Still waiting for my jazz
I see
I drink
O'Mearas Irish Pub
Mother and son
Approximately 16
Whole families out on
The town
Frat boys
Capped ladies
Bored teenage girls
Hee, what's going on
Here?
Jazz baby
Jazz it
A guy rolling a
Piano past the pub
Pretty boys
And handicapped
Oddly glassed 40 somethings
Oversized sunglassed 20 somethings
I hear cheesy music
Playing from the pub across
The street
Where's my jazz?
The piano's hoisted up onto
The stage
Musicians preparing
Cute noses
Bikes lots of bikes
Old bikes
Crappy bikes
The green balloon is released
Flies towards the church tower
Onwards and onwards still
I track it for minutes
Sipping Guinness
Gone!
Gone the Guinness
Gone the balloon
Bearded guys and
Weary gals
Kids that should have been put to bed
A hot air balloon in the evening sky
Colourful
A flock of young fry
A Spanish clad girl
Walking by
And by again
As another pint of
Liquid Heaven is brought to me
Oh sweet sweet sight
The woman making love
To the Jazz music
Feels the daboom dabo
Dabodobo rhythm
Uncovering her shoulders
Garment in bag swinging
Swaying
Is also seducing the young
French trumpet player
Mazurie
Melancholy longing
For something you never had
But somehow feel you have lost
Nevertheless
Jazz
Hear that trumpet muffled wail
With the coming of the female singer
Machteld Cambridge
The seductive dancer covers up again
Out-competitioned by
The singer
Jazz weep for me!
Jazz in Breda
Sunday, May 4, 2008, 07:23 AM
[Poetry]
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