ON
THE EDGE OF A POEM
All
the greats are dead
or
almost dead
as
the youngsters
run
on ahead
as
if its a race
and
you can't find your place
in
the stadium
voices
call out in random
and
MJQ
says
on cue
it
won't do its thing
if
it ain't got that swing
and
my iTunes digs
another
one from the music grave
from
one hundred years ago
and
no matter how far
the
tinny trumpets roam
they
can still be heard out there
on
the edge of a poem
JWL
© 03/12/2015
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