Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Street music

: street music


Luther (in black, dreads flying) on sax, wails out
scales, cross time, moving
back and forth, orchestrating
like a sorcerer.
His knees bent, he gestures to
tom cat on high hat, smash, slash, slam
head rolled back, down (tom cat)
and to Paul now, hesitation glide, bottle neck slide
cross chords,
and then it gets all still as

Melissa (Paul’s wife) wails out
her short breaths, up and across
half moan, half tone, she
leans over, print dress clinging to her legs
holding her baby in her arms and as she’s wailing,
(oh baby oh baby oh baby) her baby
reaches up his big hands
at mama’s face to touch her cheek.

(for Luther Thomas)

: transcience


I saw her that night
in the down and out bar
that waits across the street from
the terminal.

I was shooting pool,
killing time,
waiting on a ride,
to uncertain destination.

She put a quarter in the slot,
leaned against the jukebox,
and with half closed eyes,
head held up,
looking at no one,
sang soft along with Billy Holiday.


"mama may have, papa may have, god bless the child...........................................................................................

(you have to sing that last part to get it right)

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