I did love disco music, and frequented dives where prostitutes and pimps hung out, and there was no violence unlike city nightclubs. Taking to African sailors, before they disappeared, was fun too.
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But here's a bit of jazz, not heard so often, in dives, only respectable places alas:
a snatch of satchmo…
the coffeehouse man drinks
to his reflection
June 1st, 2015 at 9:16 am
dusty eyes
sun lights this pollen breeze
a near shower
__Brad, my humble, but, >dusty< haiku echo, to your good senryu. _m
June 1st, 2015 at 10:38 am
lovely!
June 5th, 2015 at 4:10 am
There is something deliciously depressing about an empty dance floor and this haiku has captured that, Brad. I love it :)
marion
June 8th, 2015 at 9:34 am
I did love disco music, and frequented dives where prostitutes and pimps hung out, and there was no violence unlike city nightclubs. Taking to African sailors, before they disappeared, was fun too.
.
But here's a bit of jazz, not heard so often, in dives, only respectable places alas:
a snatch of satchmo…
the coffeehouse man drinks
to his reflection
Alan Summers
Haiku Spirit (Eire 1996)