FAITHFUL WITH TROUBLE

 

 

 

 

 

He knows trouble.

and the songs and loss.

The nights past mornings

where the jazz patiently

waits for him

like a faithful dog

with good eyes

waiting for a chance

to release.

 

He knows about black moons

and shadows whispering

and back doors

of places he called

home for a night.

 

He cradles his horn

like a child just found

as he walks to the bus,

the ticket between

his teeth.

 

He sits and dreams of

Tonight.

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