a
pub
in the midst
of
warehouses
on
cobblestone streets
with
single rail tracks

Clydesdale Piss
"on Tap"

musicians-vocalists
get together
monday nights
to
recreate
shadows of sound
extemporizing
freely
rupturing the shackles
of
self-doubt

a
cerebral pianist
with an ear
for exotic melodies
fingers
a series of notes
spontaneously
devising
sets of shifting rhythms
that never quite
settle down

a
bluesy chameleonic
tenor flutter
is
soft and enormous
primal emotions
ooze
expressively

an
able fretman
a
plugged-in bass
takes the lead
in a cool lyrical
way
funking up
trading licks
with an orgasmic
sax

quick soft swishes
on cymbals
subtle and effective
and
cracking rimshots
spur
an
orgy in rhythm

bending minds