by Jay Harold*
the smoggy streets of the city struck my fancy for a week
but now it’s time
to say good-bye
and i take a train to the countryside
listening to jazz
but all i hear is drum and bass
to say good-bye
and i take a train to the countryside
listening to jazz
but all i hear is drum and bass
a crooner sings of a spring day and it washes over me
i’m feeling good
the sun is high
as a train takes me to the countryside
contemplating jazz
and the poetry of place
i’m feeling good
the sun is high
as a train takes me to the countryside
contemplating jazz
and the poetry of place
i savour the sweet smell of the countryside; i disembark
and as i walk
through this small town
i think i’m feeling good, therefore i am
digging all that jazz
as the sun shines on my face
and as i walk
through this small town
i think i’m feeling good, therefore i am
digging all that jazz
as the sun shines on my face
at the University of Essex.
http://jayharold.blogspot.be
Lovely poem. Your train got to me. I love traveling by train.
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Nice! I like it!
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