Java Head Crew

Who are these peeps that I seek on Thursday
They rhyme and rap like the slap of a bass string
Stinging my brain cells
Stimulus always says Sylvester
As he drops foam in my hazel nut cup
Jump up next poet as the night grows
Suppose that's it's me
My turn to recite to thee
As I look foward, feeling the fire and desire
Red light throws no caution
Poem after poem
Throw them to the hungry which is me
Is it what I see or what I hear
Sheer bliss of a moment need recognition
That's why I'm in this spot on Thursday
I'm in this spot on Thursday at eight
Shinning stars Free Spirit and Drew
Interest grew after initial contact one month ago
Suppose this is my calling to write
Recite with feeling
Humbly kneeling to these season artist
My sweet hazel nut java runs empty
But my cup is full
Full with the poems that no dictionary can put meaning to
It's you "Java Crew" that pump the juices that inspire
It's you "Java Crew" that takes me higher

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