Poem For My Friends:
Awoke at midnight, in the midst of a torrential downpour ... and the lightning swells behind huge pines, making them look like giant ogres, waiting. Escaped up here on the 101, moonlight drive along the Pacific, all rocks and trees and scrub-brush. And we watch "The Twilight Zone" from 1961, all the while dreaming ... Timeless.
Jazz and coffeehouses, met an 80 year old man (a trumpet player), who said that he knew and played with the world's greatest Baritone sax player.
"You knew Gerry Mulligan?"
"Shit, kid ... you're awright," he muttered.
Jukeboxes here scream Jimi Hendrix and Rush. Hear Nature roar! Sound, sea, air, atmosphere. Greetings from the Great Northwest. I think of you, my friends!
-Todd
Posted by calico at June 23, 2004 04:51 PM