Escape From Ellenville
a child of highway and wine
still doing what I did
decades ago. Jazz and the sad momento
following me through town and hamlet
city and scape. Monk's mood and Trane
blowin' by the riverside – finding the notes
coursing the curves. The sun in the East, then West
rising, falling like love itself
bridges, streams – the four way stop.
She tailgates w/lipstick. Monk approves,
Trane bops free – rising, falling,
like love itself
Always in the foreground, back – always on
the downbeat, sixteenth, whole rest,
left signal, right – like love itself
particular, pesky. Of wayward origin
and design. Stick figure shadows
dance en masse. Post road, turnpikes
thirty-two bars, and out.
—First published Panolopyzine, 2017
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