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Something jazzy

Something jazzy by W. Bjorkman.

Central Park on a rare warm early Spring day as I was in town for a poetry reading downtown on Cornelia street, with Helen Vitoria and Susan Tepper among the great readers.

At the top of the subway stairs a line took him down into the depths of the tunnel, musky grays with vile creatures darting out of corners. It proceeded out into a sky of late Autumn sun desperately clinging to life in a shroud of winter air. It veered up five flights to a sweltering summer night on the roof, Sande in his arms, the barely moving air holding back suffocation from rotting streets below. It climbed a ladder to the stars where he rode a moonbeam to other galaxies. On the other side of the universe it took him to a tropical beach with piñas and niñas waiting for his delight. It boarded a catamaran sailing him back to the city, now in a Cuban-Chinese on eighth avenue, ropa vieja on his chin as fat ladies danced in the laundromat next door. It boarded a bus that clanged its way up to a bucolic meadow where people laughed, threw frisbees and fucked out of sight of police. A pelican picked up the line, drawing lazy patterns in the now gloriously blue sky, swooping him back to the station.

“Hey, pal — you gonna buy a token or just stand there like a looney from Bellevue?”

He dropped out of the token line and threw a twenty into the saxophone case of the player that layed down the solo line. Took off his coat and tie, dumped them in the trash, headed to Central Park to look for a moonbeam.


5 responses

  1. ah Walter, the power of a silky sax. and the power of your words for me to go on this journey with your listener. gorgeous. peace…

    June 25, 2011 at 10:05 pm

  2. Yeah … saxophones, music, is like that … lovely indeed.

    June 26, 2011 at 8:53 am

  3. Love the feeling in this. Such beautiful language spotted with crudities. Nicely done.

    June 26, 2011 at 9:45 am

  4. Your voice is new to me, but I hope to make it more familiar very soon. It hits with mood and colors (some buried very deep in the spectrum). This is a beautiful evocation of a big, crowded, noisy city like New York wherein most people overlook the subtleties so necessary to hold the big picture together. So excellent.

    June 26, 2011 at 3:28 pm

  5. Jean

    I love this , and especially the photo.

    June 28, 2011 at 12:35 pm

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