the café plays
charlie don't surf
in one speaker
in the other
i got my mojo workin'
it sounds like my head feels
i try to remember
the poem i forgot
the clash drops out
muddy waters surges
freight train harmonica
pushes through the speakers
like a fist floated
by the shuffle drum beat
roiling roiling roiling
like a clutch of secrets
buried in steel drums
dug up
floated upriver
behind a barge
harmonica-freight-train
shuffle-float-fist
steel-drum-river
the music switches to sinatra
"like painted kites
those days & nights
went flying by
the summer wind"
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