Thanksgiving eve 2024
Banging around late
smoke finding
under the red lamp
a god-sent bud
on a Saturday night
that’s actually Wednesday
SPACE
Thought of old Detroit
in the heart the softest
place to be. Grateful
for my pen and paper for
Duke Ellington to swoon and swoop
me on a loop.
SPACE
Thrones and kings
and left over things
when we were a’work
The almost heard words
of the sultry sax.
