Boogie Chillen'

Boogie Chillen

Whiskey in the room

Tripping to quarter glasses.

The box train (we’re in the bridge bar)

Sinks to the city like drug-work.

Charles is rolling up G sharp,

Pounding down to bottom D,

Collapsing on a flutter

Rising on a fall.

He’s curling through arpeggios

Like eyelids go through light,

Then another train cleans the air

And tingle-shivers flutter.

Benny growling, Sam

Pouring the caramel tricks.

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