The reading started
By Lawrence R. Berger
The saxophones lit the air with jazz
and the drums beat out the blues
the old poet walked with his cane to the stage.
The music lit the night like a thousand beacons shining
the poets words. They were measured like droplets of water
the poets words. They were measured like droplets of water
hitting your ears one by one . The mystic rhythms of the coffee house where brought to the theater and everyone left happy.
see you next week
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