“smoky haze”

Written for:  The Twiglets #178 – “smoky haze”

blue haze of smoke
drifted in the air
late night at jazz club

What they thought was fog over the city
turned out to be smoke from the wharf

scent of mesquite
mouth-watering hunger stirs
cookout on grill

A man by the name of Smoky
Loved dancing the Hokey-Pokey
He was fun at weddings
Spent his money betting
on all horses who were too slow-pokey


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to “smoky haze”

  1. poetrybydebi says:

    Haha, I love the limerick!


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