Monday, August 8, 2011

Original Poetry - "Blue Note Fantasy"

Wherein I fantasize about being the jazz cat I always wanted to be - just like the dudes on the covers of old Blue Note records.

The moment is eternal –
Filtered stage lights burn cool
I am a figure frozen in blue cut against a voracious black
I am laughing at someone off camera
arm draped around the neck of a beat up upright bass
an impossibly thick column of smoke meanders from the tip of a filterless Pall Mall
Probably before my fingers douse it in a glass of whiskey
Probably before my fingers dance on the fingerboard
orchestrating thunder.

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