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Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Words shared with a Jazz Messenger

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I wrote this poem after chatting on the front stoop for a while with my downstairs neighbor, Mr. Victor Lewis, who it just so happens is a very fine jazz drummer and what's rarer yet, an ultra-fine specimen of a human being.


Words shared with a Jazz Messenger

Like the shape
Of a drum solo
The words of a poem  
Come and go
And sadly 
A good one
Sometimes slips away
No longer accessible
To RAM or to ROM

Still it might
Come back to
Get written down
One day because if 
An idea or riff
Is persistent enough 
It will manage
To be reheard eventually
And that’s how we know  

What it meant
In the first place

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