Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
I am drinking Bourbon Street blues thinking in jazzy riffs of a syncopated you swaying to those snappy beats head held high eyes lit with fire pulling me into your dancing arms and all I can do is sigh. Aztec Warrior 8/25/15
0
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 10:32 PM UTC
POEM 41
I am drinking Bourbon Street blues thinking in jazzy riffs of a syncopated you swaying to those snappy beats head held high eyes lit with fire pulling me into your dancing arms and all I can do is sigh. Aztec Warrior 8/25/15
aztec-warrior
Written by
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 10:32 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem