Jazz poem Dorchester (Remove filter)
My latest poem, published in the Spring edition of JerryJazzMusician.
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Midnite Blue
1960 — could have been
any weekday night,
closing in on 11:30.
Most of the guys
had gone home.
I stayed on the corner
of King and Train,
outside of Aram’s Spa,
After tuning
the old Chevy’s radio
to HDH, I’d take down
one of the metal milk cases
from the stack
at the side of the store,
sit, lean back
against the brick wall
and wait for Midnite Blue
to slide i...
Saturday 9th April 2022 12:09 am
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