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Sunday, January 30, 2011
Its All In What You See
Three years ago I wrote 'Silk Stockings' from what a friend said to me. A sultry piece I do with Flora Newberry and her trumpet. Did it last night at Dr. Lou's Open Mic, and all memory. I almost want to pass out cigars and bourbon before I perform it. Get the room smoky I say.
So, here is another 'Said So' style piece...when Pasquale called me from a Philly neighborhood...needs work, I was putting Pearl's assonance to use...I may have gotten carried away on this train...heh!
A brick house with Groucho Marx eyes caught the attention of a gray and dark January day speaking with his funny cigar smile down steep allies when shots rang out blocks away police lead a young boy away in cuffs past the old factory lot where confederate soldiers tame picket lines electrical inspectors always intended to move families further north where legacy of grass is a lighter shade of green houses are colorless and everyone knows crime pays hear the buildings whisper through bleeding eyes journey through the burning brain smells fame worker ants do not build them like they used to headlines claim those fancy Groucho Marx eyes and funny cigar smiles
[Artwork Photo- Cheryl Tall]