This Poem of mine will be published
in Main Street Rag Magazine next spring
Miles
Your nights are quiet fire
Cracked note genius
Tears running down
Horns bell (muted harmon)
Herbie and Keith
Pumping electric pianos
Behind you
All the percussion
In the world is
Electric Heaven
Fine clothes and women
Fast cars
Say anything-Any time!
Angry sometimes
Make peace with life
An original
An iconoclast
Miles of joy
Long, graceful notes
Chords heard
Through the distant drums…
Rob Silverman NYC 2012
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