Coffeehouse Poem # 442

By Erren Kelly

a tall girl walks in her
long legs
are all the sunshine
i need on a grey
her legs are as long
as the jazz solos
i listen to on
old school
she would be a perfect
jazz tune
one that takes it time
and never rushes
so that the listener
can appreciate the
the groove, as red
as her hair

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