Snowed In

Yesterday was quite a snowstorm, so I didn't get out of the house very much. I did get a good deal of cleaning done, which is a good thing. Which brings me up to the present- listening to Miles Davis and not really getting anything done. It's a really good album, though- an old Columbia recording of My Funny Valentine with Ron Carter on bass, (one of my heroes, being a bass player myself) and George Coleman on tenor sax (likewise here). I've been working my way through kind of a dry spell (must be the snow) by reading H.P. Lovecraft and various poets off of poetz.com- some of whom I've had the privelege to hear in person. Attempts at writing through it have met with mixed results. But if anyone has any recommendations for really good jazz albums, I'd love to hear them. I'm a big Charles Mingus fan myself. I know probably every bass player says that, but I enjoy the fact that his music demands something of you, that you really dig deep to get what he's saying. At any rate, time to go back to good old Miles.
I feel a little guilty about writing this one, as it is an ex-girlfriend- we kind of lost touch, but were friends for a while, and parted on pretty favorable terms. Not the lady I ended up marrying, but we shared a few laughs.

For an Old Girlfriend, We Kept in Touch

If I look

hard enough on

Graffiti-ed concrete walls

the windows shards of

remembrance for

more prosperous times

Here is where I

wrote your name, next to where

Someone else recounts

seeing Elvis in

the mildew stains

La femme-

(La, the feminine article)

I would put her

on paper,

But why

dwell on the past?

That was

when things were

simpler, I

had long hair

and no beard

I can recall your

black-night hair

the flannel shirt you wore-red

checkered, and jeans

Thank you for

this

memory, that time

I head back to

the roadway

Above, two birds

watch for a moment

and fly away