always chasin’ the Trane 1961
July 2, 2006
Rooster tie
trim lapel
flat top
be bop
to the station
cool cats
white cats
snap fingers
smoke lingers
all aboard!
we fly
past ghettos
like flipcards
junk yards
no one looks
to see
just wink
don’t think
time to drink
martini
qazse 
August 26, 2009 at 3:54 am
Yeah! Brilliant finger clicking poem.
August 27, 2009 at 9:25 am
wow – thank you! – how did you find this one?