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Chet plays the Mercury Lounge
from The Music Rooms
Before the rain
Tore off
some baleful heart
in private pictures
Of sordid songs
beats inside my head
in alley footfalls
other shadows
that quit the sounds
my stolen cornet
the dreamer’s dream
of spent memories
In abandon hotels
hand on that shattering
note to infinity
bent invitations
lipsticks bleeds
onyx cufflink hurled
silver clips crushed
flasks
discarded jacks
lovers under
blue smoke
faced away
twin nightmares
clutching promises
night sweats
in whispers
through a mumbled coma
dreamsindreamsindreamofdreams
Driving red ’55 Alfa
your blonde hair &
silver scarf catching scruff
against my neck
you made me sing ‘Where or When’
you cradle my horn
like it was our boy in your arms
throw your head back
you dangle your foot out
the window to flex
your arch
to the world, while my
toes curl around the gas petal
that day somehow becomes nothing
when I pissed you off bad
over the fucking moon bad
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and so, goodbye bad
You can’t chase down
in scorched door
of that empty stage
that escape on lullaby street
now condemned psalms
of sexual blue
shadows
seethe
in fevered pitch
Then he shoots the stars
into that vanquished nirvana
pictures of godless eyes
Of mercury wings
On the wounded heart
Crouched over burnt notes
Ash, smack, whiskey
honey flowing’
all over the bed
melting my trumpet
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