Poetry / Poets

February Blues by BZ Niditch

Under the street lamps
with a pawned sax
under nightfall’s shade
of sparkling indifference
hitching a ride
from a broken thumb
with vertigo gathering
in the circling cab
who shivers
out the windowpane
but offers a flat rate
if I can fix his flat,
bending down
in a wrenching lap
my back hesitating
in the snow
but realizing my gig
is tempting me,
even at an abysmal hour
betraying in this water
going up my khakis
my shadow is silent
now as I rehearse
with notes stirring
outside the city taxi
and offering the driver
a free pass to the club.

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