POEM: in which we cross east 27th street at high tide

Posted 18 January, 2011 in Audio Poems, Jazz, Music, My poems, Poetry

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I went to see Jeff “Tain” Watts, Robert Hurst and Steve Coleman tonight at Jazz Standard. I ended up chatting with Coleman and John Szwed, author of the definitive book on Sun Ra. I put into this poem bits of our conversation, song titles and phrases inspired by the setting and performance.

in which we cross east 27th street at high tide

ancient ways, gold days & spaceways
with an iced tea & a side of fries

how’s the weather in Bahia?
here in New York the street-corner
gutter is a river with no ferry boat

so we turn the string bass on its side
use the bow as a paddle
& since Michael isn’t around
Robert rows us ashore

to the warm lands
where we will know despair no more

(catch the Hail Mary as it spills from her lips)

“how ’bout a hand for the band, the guys?
it ain’t me — we’d play all night”

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3 comments to “POEM: in which we cross east 27th street at high tide”

mark, January 18th, 2011 at 11:07 pm:

  • Poetry about Jazz and like that…how cool.

    I wanted to write poetry about jazz, but how…that’s been the question I keep coming back to.

Dan Wilcox, January 26th, 2011 at 3:47 pm:

  • Nice — miss you around here.

Jason Crane, January 26th, 2011 at 4:30 pm:

  • Thanks, Dan. I appreciate that.

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