Friday, April 3, 2020

Poetry: 8 @ 80, CALL HIM MORGAN (for Lee)

Sidewinder

Rumproller
Speedballer
Never pigeonholed
Soft-Lee
Bright-Lee
Lighting
up the Tunisian
Night-Lee
Lightning fast
licks
unaware
that fro him time
Ticks
even faster
living with adn throught
the drugs
who knew that
between sets at
 Slug's
in a once sseedy
sector
Helen's
missiles of
wrath found
thier
vector
Ending
a career
 a life
that today we
still hold dear
who oculd
rightly declare what
stars
he would have
leapt over
waht
musical
promises he would have
kept
just one
thing
that All can see
in sound
in tone
in
pure
jazz flght
thee'll nver
be
another
Lee

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