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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.

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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