a pianist knows his next note
by virtue of the previous and
his fingers follow by leading him
where to go
in much the same way my thoughts
spill forth from my mouth as victims of
every word spoken to me over
the years and i feel trapped in
shrink-wrapped reworked quotes
plagiarizing vomit from other mouths
lost
unable to paint a canvas
of my own without my fingers
following learned instinct
knowing just what to say after this
word because
they’ve
heard it all before.
the sieve and the sand 
A+ to you and the other guy who did it before you.
Very good.
i’ve really enjoyed your writing lately rog.
I ditto that, Julio. And Rog, this one was good, and the paradoxical thing about it is that something like this may never have been written before.
This reminds me of why I think myself a music snob. There is so much recycled garbage out there. I could almost predict every tune on radio. But for some strange reason, I still like the old Mississippi Delta blues.
thanks folk. and nora – i like blues and jazz, because the more i learned about music the more disappointed i was at the math equation explaining everything. i know blues and jazz are more of the same, but its just complicated enough for me to not easily grasp… so its back to art for me.