Welcome to the Hookah Cafe

[WIREMAN]

exotic sounds carried on
warm desert winds
flags tattered flowing
effortlessly
tents and lean-to's
set upon an ocean
of sand
blessed sounds that
harkin the day
azure blue skies
at play
hawks on the wind
jet flies by, cracks
the sound barrier then
all's quiet once again
a jazz horn calls out
to infamy, splatters of
perchance to be
ending on more than
it ever could not be......WIREMAN

[hester_prynne]

"A jazz horn calls out to infamy"

man, that's just one of the lines in this I love.
nice job.
wish I were there!

[mtmynd]

nice imaging, wired. it brought me there and i liked what i saw.

[WIREMAN]

yeah cecil I was riffin' on the hookah cafe CD.....on Triloka label

[Glorious Amok]

indonesia dream
harem tent pillow scattered chaos
red wine stained tablecloth
red wine stained lips
sugar dipped tips
suckled, offered, split
witch hazel china coins
red ribbon tied to dancer's wrist
sins uncommitted
yet guilty, nontheless
breezy scarf wrapped secrets
shared unknowingly
yet, it is thought and quite nearly stated,
consentingly
this bizarre marriage
consummated in utter solitude
and even your absentia.

[WIREMAN]

you the sword dancer
igniting the desert scene
cool night breeze and
bite of wormwoods
intoxicating cure, amidst
absinthe illusions like june
and henry dancing across
the gabbeh carpet floor
we twist with true enlightment
upon this illuminated shore.........wired

[dadio]

I missed this poem first time around. great read.