Jazz

A bush of dark chocolate hair on her thighs
She shrunk under the red light
Stop!
A scream choked my throat
The stench of death
Spat from a rusty barrel
her breast now
A purple hibiscus dripped, draining life
My baby so blue
Tip tap top
A swirl
A laugh,
A hit
Ten hours - dusk and dawn
reduced her to a whining record
I have no clue
why I called you true
oh my baby blue