DANCING LADIES

Dancing Ladies

Dancing ladies cartwheel,

enchanting the wind.

Spinning our pasts dry

on this grassy spine.

The powerless winters

with empty bellies and distant fields.

Spinning them out.

Dirt, sweat, heritage yarns.

This is now the green north.

The people free and clean north.

Dancing ladies cartwheel. We are dispersed

Tony Noon

BASEMENT JAZZ

BASEMENT JAZZ

Still bagged I bought you,

bought your west coast vibe.

The cool joust of piano

and sax driven all night

through smoky rhythm.

New to me,your new directions

told me what road you were on.

Bargain bins were cheap motels,

bringing you here slowly.

Unopened, your groove untested.

Unaged you lounge now waiting to startle.

Tony Noon

COLD BREW