Jamie wishes in woody timbres
Shades of bebop masters in his pick stroke
Prospecting for gold in close harmony
While bent notes spill off dented tins
Visions of Rosa’s generous shelves in the Heights
Dan’s bumps and sizzles, and Stephan sneaker stepping sure footed through the dream
Saudade, wine swept chords, the presence of absence,
So says the dictionary and Jamie note-wise
I feel better. And sadder.
A I O U
Til then, put this music on and float downstream