In That Key

Someone improvs a few notes, and what’s been done
cannot by undone. Emotion taps a hand
as an ear, that just wrote the riff in neurons, has

an epiphany. It totes the band —
bass, snare, keys, the lead’s coat — in a case
smaller than a pick. It can quote all
the changes by rote. Two. Three.



A day is not done, until it's filled with words.

2 thoughts on “In That Key

  1. Most Thursdays I go to a small jazz performance…and often hear a singer or musician set the key for the group locking the whole band into their first note…good poem.

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