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,
Do you need anything?
And I will answer,
Yes, I do need,
I need some things.
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