Night Fright Cool
On the Très Grande Vitesse, Milano to Paris,
hail, black as words from Poe,
catapult a round of booms
against the metal roof,
startling the passengers awake
with a Krupa beat
as cellphone chatter
starts groovin’ and rockin’
rollin’ on the rails,
the blues in the night.
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Published on 03.04.04
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