To the aging debutaunt with the air of a master composer in a red jacket on a chill February Friday somewhere in the Northeast corner of Southwest Michigan


I’m sure that in another decade
yours was the touch that could
reach out and sway the soul

I’m glad for your previous jaunt
in to the education of younger people
on the intricacies of music

But my hat is full of paper
and my pocket full of coin
and m’am, if you can’t ‘feel it’
perhaps you should reconsider
the numbing properties of
all of those cigarettes

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