Riffs spring from the piano with the touch of Bud Powell,
black and white keys speak through a man whose haircut is
in the reminiscence of Hendrix's Summer of Love.
Dim lights in Tiffany fixtures hang over crowded tables,
conversations are held under plumes of
cigarette smoke and clinking glasses.
Gambler's spend their few dollars on video poker machines
amidst old standards breathing from a saxophone.
A water wheel turns to the Adagio pace of a minor key ballad.
Waitresses in corsets take orders for greasy foods and
hurry back to a kitchen cluttered with Spanish linguistics.
Walls are lined with local jazz regulars' upcoming performances.
Night and day punch out on the bandstand,
where musicians above control the time.