Jazz Poems

FOR MILES

Your sound is faultless

pure & round

holy

almost profound

Your sound is your sound

true & from within

a confession

soulful & lovely

Poet whose sound is played

lost or recorded

but heard

can you recall that 54 night at the Open Door

when you & bird

wailed five in the morning some wondrous

yet unimaginable score?

GREG CORSO

from Jazz Poems ~ Selected and Edited by Kevin Young

SUITE TABU 200

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