The Jazz Club

Torn out chapters of a magazine.
An ego trip of nicotine.
Double bass, cigarettes,
The beatniks tap on trumpet necks.
The devil's grin on piano keys.
Black berets in a minor key.
Lydian scales laced in cigarette curls
With instrumentals and pretty girls.
This is our coven,
Hidden, unwritten.
Intellectual nightclubs
In towns disease ridden.