Sonata in D for Two Pianos

 

Rainy day

Inside and Gay

The bouncing, thrumming

welling-up

unclouded joy

 

Moving forward

the velocity of

footsteps

marching thru

towns of Austria

before Revolution

stole this feeling

for the masses

like Prometheus

 

Shower

Drops

8^th-notes falling

windows calling

‘Come out and get wet’

 

Portrait w/ Nannerl

& Leopold

Freddie Freeloader

 

Miles always so cool, so funky

knowing every exact note or

if not in perfect step with the

world’s groove anyway

 

…and sudden force ex

plodes, dig Trane do it

Yet says nothing, as if

meditating emptiness

of junk ‘til Cannonball

whispers, “Life’s really

worth living” and he’s

mirth given and there’s

something there

 

Wynton bringing it back home

proving no white boy can tickle

those black keys blue notes so

bright; Bill makes the album sad

Defintion of a Poet

 Poet: n. 1) One who cuts through all the bullshit embedded in our daily linguistic charades to tell the truth--in as many or as few words as (preferred pronoun) will. See synonyms at: bum, drunk.

2) A pathetic thing. (Po' it...)

Lawrence Ferlinghetti - These Are My Rivers

Ferlinghetti, you started it all!

Not before Whitman or Emerson,

but independent 20^th Century

American poetry and bookshops.

 

Once in San Fran, flying in late,

after terrific Mexican Food in

the original Chinatown,

I saw your shop but it was closed,

lights of the city shining in the

California night

 

I owned once upon a time

A Coney Island of the Mind

and couldn’t dig it, and

A Far Rockaway of the Heart

as well, found it pretentious and

the sequelic title unimaginative;

both probably my father’s copies,

who brought me to ‘Frisco

that one time as well. But having

just read The Painter’s Dream

and a few others, I now believe

in poetry once again.