Two Poems by A.D. Winans

MEMORIES

I walk the Fillmore streets
dubbed Bop City where
jazz notes attack the brain cells
like a car crash
echoes of ecstasy float in the air
body pressed into  hardback chair
here in Bop City
I slip
past consciousness
into an invisible world
without sight or sound
each note bathed in blood
lost in a zombie trance
piano sax and horn blended
like a milkshake
explosive sounds like cue balls
exploding on green felt pool table
disappear in incandescent light
that shines off  the sweating brows
of  fallen jazz angles

____________

FOOD DREAM

Arrested for loitering at the Deli
bail bondsman will not accept poems
for collateral
even though my agent testifies
to their tasty flavor
spicy as a Cajon sausage
waiting on waiters with bow ties
to usher them away
to white linen tables
where dainty ladies
weaing Victorian era hats
nibble at them
like a delicacy of oysters
waiting on a  midnight orgy

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2 Responses to “Two Poems by A.D. Winans”

  1. enjoyed both of these Al! your images are so strong and tantalize the senses…

  2. Al, as always I really enjoyed reading your poetry. Good ones here!

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