disco band…
swirling dust motes
take the spotlight
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Brad Bennett
Brad Bennett has published four collections of haiku with Red Moon Press: a drop of pond, a turn in the river, a box of feathers, and a rush of doves. He is also the author of a few words in the right order: essays on haiku craft, also published by Red Moon Press.
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dusty eyes
sun lights this pollen breeze
a near shower
__Brad, my humble, but, >dusty< haiku echo, to your good senryu. _m
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
dusty eyes
sun lights this pollen breeze
a near shower
__Brad, my humble, but, >dusty< haiku echo, to your good senryu. _m
lovely!
There is something deliciously depressing about an empty dance floor and this haiku has captured that, Brad. I love it :)
marion
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)