Boogie

Two notes and the chorus was already under the skin of those two

her body gave off African flushes, he looked like a crocodile

the saxes pushed hard like gregarious cyclists on the run

and the song went on deeper and deeper in the air

those two continued, colonial odor rose from her

which came to him as if from one of those old-time drugstores

who kept the door open to spring

someone nearby began to sneeze,

the fan hummed immensely from the exhausted ceiling,

the saxes, hypnotized by her movements, spread

noises of rubber and paint, from him of leather

the lights flashed across the cashier's Pekingese face

who smoked menthol, others sneezed without malice

and the song went elegantly, the orchestra was on its way, it took off

the musicians, one with the ceiling and the floor,

only the drummer in the shadows watched with evil looks

those two danced well, a new cashier replaced the first one,

this one had wolf eyes and chewed Alaskan sweets,

that music continued, it was a song that said and didn't say,

the orchestra swayed like a palm tree in front of a venerated sea

those two knew by heart where they wanted to go

a fifth character hesitated

before sneezing,

then take refuge in nothingness

it was an adult world,

they were wrong as professionals...