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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