Jim Trainer


In Being A Poet, Being A Writer, Being An Artist, new orleans, travel on May 2, 2016 at 11:49 pm
in a rented Nissan we bombed about
what was rebuilt or being rebuilt
in that macabre city under the sea
Saint Bernard preached of the East Coast
a realness he needed bad and would get
when they docked in NYC, CT bound
he told me to keep it, that I didn’t
have a choice anyway
he was following the progression of jazz
they’d be razing the cane anyway
phantoming what could’ve been
fingers of smoke curling
into a wreath of the past
I should find a way to get back out
on the road
until he found Miles he wouldn’t be
coming home

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