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Mento Mori
by Wayne Wolfson
For Maria MarquezYesterday, we drank wine, we danced. Now, the bottle is empty, the band has gone home. Even the sad eyed girl has gotten married. To lose your surroundings to familiarity is to live among ghosts. The emptied pool, full of dead leaves where I practiced my ...
A Study in Blue
by Darrell A. Harris
For the Celebration of the Seventy-fifth Anniversary of Duke Ellington's “Mood Indigo" After hours Alone with yourself That's when it happens That feelin' that comes stealin' and goes right on down to your shoes The soundtrack? One of those Harlem ...
Providence
by Eric Vance Walton
Your presence brings such joy to my life, one beautiful mystery I don't care to explain away but rather bask in each moment that warms like the sun and cleanses like rain we must've known one ...
Her Ocean
by Wayne Wolfson
The two words you ache for the most are also the hardest (to find). The clouds rolled back, a burlesque shows curtains rising for the matinee. That big stupid animal waiting to devour me, the crowd waiting. Waiting A bird flew by, I had seen the wires attached to its wings. Indifferent, ...
I Want To Be Bad
by Wayne Wolfson
Momentary curiosity combined with eroticism. I opened my eyes. She was looking at me while she worked it. Tongue flicked across tooth, the same one used to signify dessert. Eye closed again, I pushed up to meet her. Upstairs Prezz's horn. One long note. Slow. So slow. The ...
The Vibes Alive
by Suzanne Dennison
THE VIBES ALIVE Hard to admit: this love Only a dream kept alive By haunting all the tunes. Tho the actual impossible --- To know the texture of your soul --- Music keeps the vibes alive Recalling that special glow Penetrating my ...
Miles Showed Me His Trumpet
by Larry Jaffe
Miles Davis lived around the block from me deep in the upper west side of Manhattan island. He played like one man could be an island living for his horn that paid his daily bread living in this house made of gingerbread, on West 77th Street while I ...
Jazz Fusion
by Suzanne Dennison
JAZZ FUSION Love merely a whisper A shadow in the mind Breaks thru with music Totally sublime. Thus what we had together Still active in song Floods me with an ecstasy Listening til dawn. The beauty in our trade-off Traced thru these ...
Richard Tee
by E. Amato
Fingers flying like heavy birds across the black and whites Erecting massive columns of music to uphold the sweet rasp of a saxophone, the lazy lick of a guitar -- glissandos in work boots - Fender Rhodes Cathedral
A Poem Celebrating "Exploration" by Granchan Moncur III
by Norman Weinstein
after Mama got too tight, and after Blue Note dove into a blue funk, and after Hendrix collapsed saluting the flag, and after the Sixties turned into Wynton's favorite whipping post,and after “freedom" became too abused to call for seriously, publicly, & even decades after,
