 JACK
His jazz beats on smoky streets where the red painted lady, with her lollipop neck, and the downtrodden hobo pray for nights to regret; while the cigarette hangs from lips parted by sighs too afraid of goodbyes. So they saunter, one west one east, along tired, smoky streets with a sax blowing slow til the moon is beat.
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The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on.
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