SHOP, THEN JAZZ
Walking to my car - I think I feel some
raindrops, said cart pusher blonde Amanda
All I wanted to do was eat, chew, taste,
roll around the cheese and broccoli between
my teeth and then
Joey Alexander, 15-year-old jazz man, head of a
trio, pokes his head in my living room, as I crunch
a green pepper and spear a black olive before
surrendering to the beat upheld by Joey's piano and
a huge polished bass and doo be doo drums
A sip of fresh tangerine juice, perhaps,
Fond applause and memories of The King and I
at Severance Hall in Cleveland, Van Cliburn
playing next door to a three-ring circus and
trumpeting elephants, the little rider in pink
on top is little me.
The ancient spheres above can barely
hear the woodpecker's aggression against
the old sycamore tree.
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