Cigar
O how she fogs
the room
lil' Betelgeuse
reddens on the draw
she's parked
tucked inside the dryness
of my mouth
…
Detuned courses
ring to fingers
steel blues
cools the air
I'm under call
of axe
we're mates
bending out a ba**
I hammer on
to drift
I, BLANK-FACE
whisky-honed black-eyes
cruise the abalone
adirondack airs the tone
to life
She sings!
my only need -
a dozen strings