Blue Fuse

& night's blue bruise is a jazz
musician playing licks 
on your wounds &
night’s blue shoes are
a tongue in jazz, playing
tricks on rain slicked 
streets, jumping

puddles with the scratch
scatting alley cats the clap
& leap of boots, the singing splash
thighs hissing

like silver brushes & night’s
blue fuse is going on
and off in your head & you
roped into yet another
fricative riff-raff dream you
can't refuse