Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Quick plug (2006)


Glitch Bar,

PiO post-gig
drinking red
sells life as
a plagiarist's joke

Intros us to
t-necked
local jazzman,
oversize specs
("I don't play, just
call the shots")


Has night going
on Brunswick St
Thursdays
the souvlaki bar
next to Bar Open
“just head up the stairs
that’s where we’ll be”

Takes a parting pull
on choc brown rolly,
piffs it into glass circle
of the ashtray without
stubbing, its head
glowing amber like
recumbent prophet

burnt by visions

“None of that slow
Miles Davis stuff”
just unruly
stuff to be smalldosed

Tell him we might
see him there
you never know
“we might”

2 comments:

  1. yeah you 'might' eat a greasy souvlaki as well :)

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