THE TUNE TYPE

THE TUNE TYPE

Upon the grey smoke curl of a low lit room
Rhythmic thumping in my chest builds a roar
In this corner begins observation
Imagery of the scene's fanatical swoon

Building it- they turn and flip
Toss and tumble
The changing of hands
Gracious smiles and gaudy laughter

Landed my tongue the bitter bite of citrus
Green pepper and berry- leather or tobacco
Ringing are the echos of cracks and chimes
Intoxicating fruit of this mistress

Shrieks of joy my name does implore
Towards me the black jackets turn
Refractions of sparkle this red dress creates
The corner on watch I stand no more

Victorious in movement our souls lift on the hook
Breathless are some in the new step
Eyes smiling or stone, or lashes black with fury
Stealing a face, a gaze not been shook

Soulful is the swelling- beat of one drum
The freedom within a moment
Where nemesis and friend willingly gather
For the devouring romance of one note


@Red Hammonds