Midnight Blues Poem by Pedro Cescon

Up Jazz street,
Crossing avenue Rock,
Where eyes catch city's views,
You arrived at the Midnight Blues,

Ella is on the wall,
Louis in the hall,
King is by the bar,
Ray isn't that far,

And fresh drinks outta box,
A Paolo Nutini on the rocks,
Or an Alice Russell with salt,
With a Joss Stone malt,

White Stripes in Blues,
Duke Ellington hues,
And many many more,
At Midnight's core,

With a silver harmonica,
Emuling the simphonica,
And golden trumpets,
With their human pets,

For a drink, music and style,
At the heart of the night' smile,
The house where love prevails,
And music is peace's rails,

If you got that Mood Indigo,
Well, you know where to go,
For Blues of Midnight's hub,
It's the very Midnight Blues Club