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Sketch For a Rainy Morning

The ice on his windshield was thin and in what was now rain instead of snow it loosened easily and fell to the wet pavement with only a stroke of the scraper.   Inside the car he turned the heater … Continue reading

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Sketch For a Rainy Morning

The ice on his windshield was thin and in what was now rain instead of snow it loosened easily and fell to the wet pavement with only a stroke of the scraper.   Inside the car he turned the heater … Continue reading

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The Whole Enchilada

In the past few days I have posted segments of a long poem about a small-town jazz club.  Your responses have been generous, but I think many readers only got one or two pieces of the thing.  That’s my fault.  … Continue reading

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Small Town Jazz, Part 6

  It was a surge that healed and forgave the past And promised the future That said that anything that had been missed Would come again And that everything that had been lost Would be found

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Small Town Jazz, Part 5

This is the fifth installment in an epic poem about a small-town jazz club.  The other four installments may be found by scrolling down on this blog.   What you try to do when you start out You try to … Continue reading

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Small Town Jazz, Part 2

This is the second installment in an epic poem that began here yesterday.  Stay tuned for more.   It took me three years to get this place up and going I worked constantly The kitchen sparkled And I found musicians, … Continue reading

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Small Town Jazz

He wears a brown suit Although none of his patrons Will even have a jacket on tonight But he knows the rules The flavor and aroma of this place What it’s supposed to be When the piano starts Soft and … Continue reading

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Listening to John Coltrane

  Get your pen and close the door Put something down that wasn’t there before Comes out of ether in the air A sound in the ear, a light everywhere There’s no one around to give it a grade Just … Continue reading

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mid-day poem, june 8, 2016

. moving under the blue sky the only sound is jazz piano, drums: beat and melody lighter than the air moving, moving, moving, fast as jazz. sailing under a blue sky over the green ocean our speed and force levels … Continue reading

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Morning Poem, May 11, 2016

The silver horn flashes in the room’s dim light The sweet notes rising, bending, falling The last rays of evening through the tall windows The outside breeze, laden with honeysuckle and lilac Moves the white curtain. Be at rest, soul. … Continue reading

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