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Quadruple espressos, and staring at snowflakes..

Posted to Action Poetry

Buzzing, flying, living the moment further,
the music swells in small cups steaming with
awakedness, resurrection of stellar sounds, and beats and deep throated wails of words, and horns, tumbling over and over, staring giggling and smiling into carmel liquid, dash of cinnamon, and a world of endless jazznights,
hours falling away until the next night, the next doorway entered, brushing off the snow, and
entering into heaven's soundroom, jazz, jazz, jazz and jazz...


(coffee....... :) )