Random Access Poetry: Day Eleven
dogtrax, Kevin's Meandering Mind, Apr 11, 2019
[Portrait of Conte Candoli, 1947 or 1948] (LOC) flickr photo by The Library of Congress shared with no copyright restriction (Flickr Commons) Random Access Poetry: Day Eleven There’s no forgetting the night when the force of the riff shattered the world: the window panes danced in wonder, as whiskey glasses shook and shivered, moaning with […]


[Portrait of Conte Candoli, 1947 or 1948] (LOC) flickr photo by The Library of Congress shared with no copyright restriction (Flickr Commons)

Random Access Poetry: Day Eleven

There’s no forgetting
the night when the
force of the riff
shattered the world:

the window panes danced
in wonder, as whiskey
glasses shook and shivered,
moaning with pressure –

all to get us
on the floor,
to dance –

Your horn blared
the clarion call of
hook and melody
we still hear across the years

in worn-out shoes
and the mirror
of midnight blues

Peace (sounds like),
Kevin

PS — I did a search for “Jazz” in the Library of Congress archives collection for this unexpected image