In a jazz

The bell rang for us to get out the room

In a guzzle of steps 

You could think we were

Dancing!

One and two

Four and eight

Suddenly all the ladies

Are in their red dresses

scarlet kisses

Ready to steal 

Hearts 

Or rather

The pink pig at the corner 

Of a bin

Its Huston Street

Says the guy 

With the trumpet

buzzo-zipee-

Dipee-JAX

Suddenly it stops

And this woman 

With the sultry eyes

comes down from marble steps

In her faux-pur coat

And glittering gown 

As smoke comes from her soles

Woah woman

She says

I gotta ask you

Can I borrow this pen of yours?

I need it for my performance

I'm up next

And 

As I drunk down

to the roses

that tinted

the floors

their nude

In this oak borne establishment

That buzzed my stupor away

The strings from that goddamn

Cello

Snuck in

To steal my pupils

I said

I can't lady

I can't write."

As her curls waved down 

To her lashes

And the ooze of lethargy 

Must've weighed down the gravity 

In that room

The science

That

Made my heart beat again

Good god I'm dying

In the jazz

Because of that stupid damn pen

it ran away

You get it.




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