� 2003 by PJ Nights
you blow jive lingo, rattle paper shades
between us �til they snap! let in the light
and curtains shimmy lace in a Lindy hop
a jazz-riff zephyr wafts your word, invades
my sweet peach like a hot mosquito bite
I�ve got to scratch - my head�s a spinning top
though I ain�t had my coffee yet, but those
are sly high ways you wind me up so tight
I call you up �cause I can�t wait�������be-bop
be-bop�������meet me in five at Uncle Joe�s
Truck Stop
~
ERWA April '03
Slow Trains Summer '03
a little later, early in the day
you ring me up, awake i'm full of yack
~
ERWA April '03
� 2003 by john e
but in a flash i'm all revved up to go
you supercharge my thought, i must admit...
soon clinching, words and fingers down your back
then secret swirls of cognac hit our joe
we're squeezing knees - and higher - when we sit...
yeah wowee cool the waitress slips a wink
she trips over our sandals your curled toes
a poem, a song, a roadmap's little bit
of scenic route. geez! i can't drink or think:
let's split.
A Brief Encounter by Raymond Leech
