Somewhere in the middle of my morning, Ginger sent me this text:
sitting outside the doc listening to old school jazz watching the rain fall on the maroon and amber leaves and wishing we were together
I couldn’t help but hear the poem already at work, so I set out to find it. Here’s what I found.
jazz like blue
the strains of
the music started
in a windowless studio
where they kept time
like promises
turning old school
improv into melody
that seeps now
like strong medicine
into the waiting room
jazz like blue
rain keeping the beat
and wondering off
to tap the leaves
maroon and amber
until they let loose
and fall into the song
the same song
I know your heart
hears looking out
some other window
keeping time for me
Peace,
Milton
Beautiful, soulful and real. Your words make music for us, and we are all most grateful. Thank you for sharing your poetic insights, Milton. Ginger is one blessed woman to have you for a husband! Peace and all good to both of you.
Your muse served you well.