And 23rd street.
What I could not afford
But the looking was enough.
“how much is the duke Ellington and John coltrane?”
My fingers crawled across the plastic and faded letters
Wondered if John and duke imagined their gold would one day be vendor eye candy.
That they would ring in grande balls and then be
2 feet away from ground and the bed some claim it to be at night
touching their art was enough…and just as magical, knowing the beauty
They made out of the silence
Weaving a story that I
In my silence understood
A jazz that sung to the air…
Held hands with
Ruth brown and Herbie Hancock
And George Benson
A little culture
For the block
A little touch of misplaced history.