One Way Jazz Club
The mood begins to settle.
Prompting back chairs that
have been flipped upside
down.
Legs stretching straight upward
in a row. A medieval dungeon.
A torture chamber. Waiting to
impale those that fall in it's
grasp and defy the outcome.
Smell of booze and licor etched
in rings. Leaving evidence
embedded in the grooves of nearby
wooden tables from the night
before.
Neon lights, flashing lights.
Two small chandalier's hanging
from above suspended in
mid-air. Making this almost a
sanctuary place housed by music.
Walking down the path-way.
Making my way to the back
stage. Down the halls of the
infamous green room. You
can smell the cigars and
perfume.
So many greats that roamed
the halls. That put their names
engraved in each brick that laid.
Down these corridors.
History was made.
Hanging in each photograph you
can feel them wink at you.
Seeing there stare. Music erupted
from their eyes. Their passion
could be felt. Never to be mistaken
Names like.
(Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Louie
Armstrong, Nat King Cole, Miles
Davis, Johnny Cash. Not to forget.
The one and only Elvis Presely.)
Their spirits still linger. Closing
your eyes. You can almost hear
the music play.
" Five, six, five, six, seven, eight
Anjoeline,.... man that Anjoeline
She made you smile. Lovely as
can be. O man that Anjoeline....
Captured your heart. Got you
under her spell.....Anjoeline
Married a man down by the bay.
She had her way. Got you by her
charm and broke your heart.
Danced the night away....He was
never the same....Devilish
charm. Feisty as can be...
Oh!... Sweet Anjoeline......why
you be so mean."
Those trumpets playing. That
snare drum thumping. Saxophone
whaling. Gave you goosebumps.
Voices that sang and echoed
through the walls. Singing away
to the chorus at thee:
One Way Jazz Club.
The stage is set. Raise the red
curtain. Smell of rye and lipstick
stain on a table cloth at the v.i.p
table Sweat and moisture in the mic
stand.
So many greats that performed.
Underneath the strobe lights.
Tighten those mics. Tune-up the bass
and Amp up the speakers.
In a room so vague. A mirage
of people waiting for a show.
Turn on that marquee sign to
ignite the place and watch it come
alive. Where the magic
happens.
Candles lit at each table. Let out a
gentle glow. Where rhythm, style and
grace adds to the flow. To set the pace.
For that first sip and; that soft kiss.
Get ready to witness that grand
bravado and history re-written each
night. Know that you came to the right
place.
Flip the switch and let the music play.
"Get those drinks ready and those
hands a clapping at the.......
One Way Jazz Club.
Ax.barajas
About this poem
I wrote this one day I stopped by a local Starbucks and heard jazz music on the background. I thought what it would be like in a time of great music, booze and an era where. Crime was just a part of what where the 40's like. Where Al capone lived. Hope you enjoy and see what I saw in my mind.
Submitted by axbarajas0419 on March 10, 2023
Modified by axbarajas0419 on March 17, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 3,110 |
Words | 558 |
Stanzas | 20 |
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