Half a cello at the festival
like the rudder of a Chinese junk
channeling Japanese joy,
always a warm stream of love
even in the deepest noise,
noise to make you feel good,
and loved, knowing in your deepest
heart, Junko loves you
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About mindsonsong
I am Gordon Marshall, from the winding streets of Boston's North End. I like music--from '60s hard bop, to Nigerian psychedelic. It infuses my poetry, of which I have published ten volumes--which in turn informs my critical practice as a jazz writer, currently for AllAboutJazz.com, All About Jazz-New York--and this very site! I would love to hear from all lovers of music, poetry and philosophy.
