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Lewis-Hugo
Poems
Feb 2014
Jazzman
The jazz man on the metro,
is playing you his song,
while you inwardly cursing,
wonder where it all went wrong.
As light flashes to dark,
you remember that one day,
sheltered by the oak tree,
a glorious morning in May.
The man opposite shuffles,
you need to get off this train,
the sun doesn't rise in this place,
horror tattoed onto your brain.
The water is all frozen,
with you trapped beneath,
sometimes even villains,
need some kind of relief.
Scholars have all thought,
of why men do such things,
but the ghost on your shoulder,
knows not what tomorrow brings.
Her blood will be cold now,
the clown has stopped his show,
the trumpet has stopped playing,
and it seems you've nowhere to go.
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Lewis-Hugo
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