Dougie Sonnet III
The Roosevelt stands, a square
Monolith over the Oxford Gallery,
Buried in a corner; at least front
Corner of the most-post-Medeival
Square in this Burg. Look up and catch
A cloud zooming by the arched copulation
Centre. The building is dull in
Architecture, but not in activity. My
Friend Tracy lives there, which means
The nights are bound to be full of
Unbridled gossipy behavior.
Then come new musical revelations: tears
As the jazz lingers and we finish up our beers.
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