ebbortz

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

the jam

following the death of joe cocker

is running out
from harpoon harry's
     tables
on to caroline street
long after caroline
     left
without being noticed

and where
the hands
voices
rhythms
choose
so springs
every tune of the earth
     deserts & stars
     hard-knock blues
     colors of reggae
a previous life
is always close by

long before officialdom
& hollow authority
foolishly cast
their caste
of street rules

ignored with perfect pitch
every note
     a story

--- e b bortz

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