Jazz Poems

THELONIOUS SPHERE MONK

Cold, the day you leave

you can use that hat.

Ahh Monk, the station fades

as the suburbs begin

you bent the notes right

they will not lose their ring.

I see your shuffle dance

up from the 5 Spot piano

and hear you, wordless, sing.

BILL CORBETT

from Jazz Poems ~ Selected and Edited by Kevin Young

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