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Thelonious Monk -
has entire lost cosmos
dancing in the hallowed valleys of his fingertips
as his keys hammer and enlighten strings
and enliven a turbulent void
filling the smoky roomed emptiness
with the laughter of stray cats
and his fingertips they flick into the dark
where flicked the cigarette butt’s bare backed borne down Broadways of American Subconsciousness
Thelonious Monk I hear the Ghost of America rattling awake
grogging for coffee in some AM/PM/FM wonderment; wheeling down
weird freeways in what pockmarked Universe bares to smile
and be naked.
-6/27/06
Joe Izzo
Anyhoo, i just got a call saying i have a summer job, i just don't know where it is yet, but oh well... go me!