Friday, April 15, 2016

Nothing like that

He doesn't take deep breaths,
does not shout,
nothing like that,
when angry, 

he walks away,
into a tower, 
bolts the door

for hours, days,
sometimes centuries.

I can hear Art Farmer, 
then Paul Desmond
and when I hear Jobim  

I know the door will open.
He will not look at me. 
He will only say, 
 I'm going to the store,

Do you need anything?
And I will answer,

Yes, I do need, 
I need some things.

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