NO WHERE CLUB

Coolness of night is the heat of music   ripples of song wash against the shoreline of ears abandoned to the will of music and whiskey   the unreliable are drawn into convincing eyes absorbed within the web, a wicked spell they accept   ugly crazy lights flash, freezing frames without motion   the club … More NO WHERE CLUB

MIXED AND EQUAL

Sealed within the envelope of night is a common indifference. Shadows appear equal. A corner musician pulls at the strangers eyes. Coins in the hat drinks for a night a city bus with sleepers roars by. Skelton road crews work for food. A walk between the avenues, neon signs wave welcome subways rumble below, buses … More MIXED AND EQUAL

DOWNTOWN TURNING

It’s a wilderness upriver where sounds become trapped and lights attempt to block out the fear of night.  Loud music dispels the spirits of silence while gossipers gather in corners overlooking their own sins; a few of the faithful squeeze some sense from a hymnal.   A smokescreen of shadows suggests the passing of anxious … More DOWNTOWN TURNING

FACE OF NIGHT

Night, the mystery, the closed eyes of day where shadows appear larger and forbidding.  Lonely dogs send howls of sadness into cold air.  Cats prowl on silver paws. Street lights make an attempt to provide safety.  Corner clubs become revived with music. There is a chorus of moving tires and workers on buses.  Voices round … More FACE OF NIGHT

FROM THE APARTMENT

Uneaten thoughts create unexplained spaces of emptiness.   As day passes, a portion of destiny is added to a legacy unfinished.   The elderly form short choppy sentences as they remember experiences their not sure actually happened.   Windows are bedecked with the last holiday; a broken wreath minus a bow. A light shines from … More FROM THE APARTMENT

THE HEART OF SONG

Two blocks into Harlem.  White shirts, black ties, flowered dresses, patent leather shoes, tattoos and beautiful hair; the streets are always alive.   The beat mixes up.  The man with a full beard smiles, exposing a picket fence for teeth.  Conga drums call out the dance in people.  Red and purple cotton hats jive like … More THE HEART OF SONG

OUT OF BOUNDS

The fire excites gypsy dancing. Sparks mingle angrily into the cool breezes of a blackened night. The air becomes possessed with groans and fevered mutterings. The sounds crawl to the ground like a snake fleeing without a fight.   Music fuels the spirit unleashed.  Shoes pound the dirt.  Dust clings to everything. Hands clap a … More OUT OF BOUNDS

LOCKED TO GO

Her guitar was the voice comfortable. On her forearm a tattoo faded into shadows. Wishing and dreams wash through her fingers.  Gold rings tap a checkered table cloth.  The band playing behind her feeds the air into the song.  Stage lights steam away past loves and promises.  Her chances of breaking out push against the … More LOCKED TO GO

PLAY THROUGH

That piano man.  Unlocking keys with his finger.  Breaking down doors into the light of song.  His head pulses with beat.  Shoulders sway like ocean waves bringing the high tide of song to the shoreline of crowds.   The sound is a wind he creates.  Escaping the bonds of different voices where into one moment … More PLAY THROUGH

TOGETHER

The vestibule reacted with a swirling of music; hands clapping, people opening with generosity of song.  The stone floor echoed like a thousand flat stones skipping on smooth waters.  Leaded colored glass spread its glow across filled pews. Words of faith warmed the room. Emotions resembled a layer of deep water, solid and without interruption. … More TOGETHER