Thursday, 12 September 2013
Round Midnight
raincoats
hunched shoulders
wet sidewalks
dim street lights
reflected in
puddles of stale booze
the wailing
of a horn round midnite
muted muffled in clouds of smoke
brushes on the drum
tschu titika tschu
o so slow
sliced open
to reveal
the sad minor chords
unresolved
hanging
wavering threads
from smoking cigarette butts
tschu titika tschu
staggering home alone
along an alley
back to a walk up
cold water
unheated apartment
greeted by a
dirty doormat
and the dissonant clang
of garbage bin lids
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shush titika shush...love the sound!!!! smiles. sliced open to reveal the sad minor chords is evocative...what a lonely life eh...you gave it grit...
ReplyDeleteSad... beautiful writing. Well-captured the life of the lonely man. I could hear the dissonant clang of garbage bin lids. Evocative!
ReplyDeleteThe blue sound surrounding every noir piece of fiction ever written - beautifully evocative, especially with that haunting music in the background.
ReplyDeleteOoops, seems to have got lost, my comment.
ReplyDeleteWas saying how beautifully evocative this is - the blue soundtrack to every noir piece of fiction ever written. I love it!
This is beautiful Cressida. A sad tale about a lonely man.
ReplyDeleteSad minor chords - the loneliness is palpable here ~ Jazzy blues do bring me to those places too ~ Good one ~
ReplyDeleteSuch good images and sounds here - this is quite effective.
ReplyDeleteThis is indeed 'the blues.' You really set the scene well.
ReplyDeleteWay to set the scene with such concise descriptors. Yes the scene plays out so well and the tone cannot be misinterpreted. Favorite stanza that stands out to me,
ReplyDelete"staggering home alone
along an alley
back to a walk up
cold water
unheated apartment"
Good job.