.... Coleman Hawkingsplays Man With A Horn
in the room where my man sat
listening to Coleman Hawkings play
Man With A Horn.
Something about that tempo,
the tenor sax solo
shreds the heart into knots
of grass.
It's the instance when I hear
Bill Evans on My Foolish Heart
when above my head my man blows
his horn, one brow rising to say "hi" when
I walk by.
Something about that solitude
makes me a tiny boat tied up
inside a craggy cave of
sloshing melody.
