Well, here we are and guess what??? We made it! Happy Friday, one and all and let me tell you, bloggerpeople, this week seemed to drag on forever! Yet, thankfully it is here, the sweet juicy little capper for the week. And speaking of which, I will be off for a full nine days from this blog as I will be "going home" to the Golden Valley Of Happiness. In light of that, I'd like to leave you with a long poem. I hope all of you have a good gentle week and I'll see you all around the blog-fire in nine days! And remember my dear readers, always, always, enjoy!!!
Nude Woman In My Room Above The Crazy Music
I am the wail of a soul
A Wednesday in Octobers of long ago
I am getting high in my room
On a new song so frail
After listening to the great men of jazz
I can never hear myself creating riffs for long
The ability to tell a story within their throats
Rollins, Galliard, Bird and Jones play off each other so brilliantly
Once valiant
Now fade away like flowers in a vase
The love they brought to our place
From which I might not recover
I am singing a new song so frail
Its riff, skinny ribcage reveille
A single outward howl
A lonesome echo go
Telling me to get lost inside myself, to learn the quartertones
Between the shoreline and the city
But to tell you the truth,
I don’t shout out images
Or scurry madly like a coked-out mouse in a daze
There are no artificial ingredients, no funny names to disguise
The true character of all of our voices combined
This is what sets all of those words free.
Supposedly.
I hear those men
Like they’ve heard me
I like the smiles, the fresh new sounds
They’ve given me
If I had never met them
Heard the crystal of their phrases.
I’d be another unknown Joe
Wailing below the sea
Writing squalor
