polka dot smile

we brought poetry to the club
a business of blues
dance dance in the box
sweet friends and sweet tunes

i loved your polka dot smile
how we always held hands
to run
7 or 11 or any afternoon

a silver gunshot in a library bar
a circling of pretty people
a spitting of stars

shooting smoke from the kitchen
to the old boys in blue
burning orange bright red
from the booth to the crew

charlie charlie and the other
the floors the beds the window ledge
the boys the girls 
the writing room
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the pink power suit
the wistful hue
midnight to morning
​a best friend in you