Wipers in D minor

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Jazz piano
Slow
in D minor

A note that's allowed
like
the pain
that's caused
and delivered
the shadowed sound
from the speakers
is the sigh
that pulls me back
to that place
that she once held
but I wont respond
just keep 
the kerb a foot away-
from turning
back around
to her my wants
are the rear-view
mirror
that cause the
eye's to blink
wet memories away washed in
rythmn like the cab's slow wipers
with each argument
pushed aside
but her perfume
is still attached
to this guilty
drink and lipstick
to the glass she once held

Monk leaves the space
that she once filled.

 

 

Words and image Tommy Carroll

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Tommy Carroll

Fri 22nd Mar 2019 21:54

Cheers Ray, I'm thinking the same - 😉

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raypool

Tue 12th Mar 2019 22:42

A long and fascinating way of extolling the great pianist Tommy. It all feels claustrophobic and yet in its own way liberating - at a high price. I like this type of thought poem you do, you have a knack with it! A fair bit of angst is good in my book.

Ray

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