The moment when the woman is on the side of the stage snapping to the beat with a look of stagnant exhilaration. The black piano shiny under the lights. The saxophone player sounds like money. I watched the Maxwell Street Klezmer Band perform under the lights. I controlled the lights I made them lavender or amber. I wanted to take a picture. Then I thought to write a poem. Why capture everything in some digital way, some photo that will sit on a thumb drive for infinity. Why not capture the moment. Some good old fashioned rhapsody. Some intelligence built in.
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Soaking up the rain and whipping spit of the waves, as he stood next to the ocean of my memory, a fire hydrant in a red windbreaker, glaring...
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"Well...that was dramatic." I didn't know what he meant until I saw the ink spilled everywhere and the moths in her hair like ...