Even Miles was giggling in the darkness. / It’s always a bitch to be out / front. He summons the bassline / of his thoughts in the shadows, tracing a new theory / of silence. Don’t worry about the next gig. / Their ears are still learning. (Rolf Kühn Unit, poem by John Keene) for […]

The rhythm of life / Is a jazz rhythm / Honey / The gods are laughing at us / The broken heart of love / The weary, weary heart of pain,- / Overtones / Undertones / To the rumble of street cars / To the swish of rain / Lenox Avenue / Honey / Midnight […]

The sidewalk is a history book / And a circus / Dangerous clowns / Balancing dreadful and wonderful perceptions / They have been handed / Day by day / Generations on down (Avishai Cohen, poem by Joni Mitchell)