Jazz at 5AM

I had fun relearning cursive for this one. Hope you enjoyed it. The text is below. 

Jazz at 5 AM

Creaking bones

These rusty hinges conjoined

Weighted down, this solid ground

Grinding another man’s toil

While ink dries in the pen

The muse withers and petrifies

Like a raisin misplaced on a darkened shelf

My appetite wanes

Under the pressure of banker gains

To find my feet

To relearn the intrepid burn


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