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Radio
I left it
on when I
left the house
for the pleasure
of coming back
ten hours later
to the greatness
of Teddy Wilson
"After You've Gone"
on the piano
in the corner
of the bedroom
as I enter
in the dark
from New and Selected Poems by David Lehman
Staggering.
Posted by: Frank Bidart | June 15, 2019 at 07:51 AM
wow
Posted by: lally | June 15, 2019 at 11:24 AM
I'm not sure of the universe from which this gentleman is witnessing the birth of what he calls "the blues." In this place, are the blues these sustained, bravura notes, drawing attention to the singer? Is the Southland he refers to South Jersey? Or is he not singing the blues at all but observing them -- an academic perhaps -- from a distance reinforced by big band, horn sections, pink cocktails?
Posted by: D Wolff | June 15, 2019 at 11:37 AM