Broken moon river

An attempt at a different style...

Broken Moon River

Jazz blazed up, in, out, down

Broke through the moonlight

A river of sound express training.

Women danced - men set the scene,

Coincidentally positioned:

Veranda, bar, tables, chairs, door-frame;

And the sexual bass-notes

Throbbed down

Into the night

Around Broken Moon River.

The café lived;

Broken Moon River swelled.

Currents of silt, music, rhythm

Rinsed dirt from the day,

Trailblazed a nightsky

And rasped across men’s hearts

Scratching through the superficial hard

To bless the wound and quiver

The soft red within.

Plucked, strummed, and super-tuned,

Dancers drunk rhythm and broke the floorboards into shape.

Roar and drum-beat pile-drived out the door

And bubbled, thick, warm and heliotropical,

To brush the world wide and round,

With the blessings of the moon.