tender in the night – foto by Smith
Sirens in the Night
My night opera of sirens
serenade a la doo-wop
a bop bamboo
in clash of broke and tires
tears wet and torn
bebop be horn reborn
from Bird Is Dead
to Thelonious Monkastery
somewhere down near Monterey
your you your your
my me meme me
we be cool jazz alludes
Mister and Misses Dudes
in bed embedded in the wet wicked west
you purrin’ my tail whirrin’
my heart right through my head
star juice – foto by Smith
Is this a new one?
wrote it last night . . . we live near the hospital so almost nightly after lady goes to bed i hear sirens. in fact i have another poem to write about “siren city, bridge city” since cleveland has so many of both.