Saturday, September 1, 2012

Detroit Jazz Festival

Sonny Rollins, Detroit 2012

Bracketed, your back to the river, ghosts
of the Bluebird pressing in from all sides,
Great Silver mane lolling ‘neath a Blue Moon,  

luminous binary orbs cast spells, shed
light, feed at tables laden on the dark
side, fuel for the cradled machine you waltz,

familiar caress of brass pearl and reed,
come down from the mountain in billowing
white robes that twine through your sinuous tones. 

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