On The Jazz Train Poem by poppy miller

ON THE JAZZ TRAIN.

Through tunnels
And spaces of
Electric smoke
The music ignites
Zipping on its corkscrew route
Over dim lit tables
Cloaked in ash
Fallen from sticks of
Smoking Camel Joe's that
Sit on age wrinkled lips
Painted crimson
Their pick me up eyes
Stalking pinstriped Mack Daddies
Who catch their drift and
Throw them a faux silk line
Beyond their poppy filled dreams
All the while, the rhythm riding
The waves of the whisky river
That runs wild
Through fuelled veins.
From their psychedelic flicks
Eye clashes with eye
Dead feet rebel
And through the fog
Leaps a blast
Of brass necked trumpet
Beating clouds
Into soaring
Triple D's
Challenging the
Kneale's clarinet
Tripping out ‘Sweet Georgia Brown'
While the floor beats and buzzes
To the energy of chilli pepper feet
That hop like popcorn on a griddle top.
Neck snappin' hands rappin'
Slick lizard hips rolling into the
Black, black night
Drowning out the din of
The stock market crash.