Music is Dead

May 98

Music is dead


except in a small bar I know
in a smaller town
that keeps its fever alive
with the beat of a 60 year old Hawaiian
and the throat of a 72 year old blues bird 
that thumping piano
and sweet voices
and spoons keeping bass
we beat the songs until dawn
with the spirit of adolescence
and elderly feet spinning slowly
gracefully
with the memories of flings
flamboyant tangos
and a thousand empasioned waltzes
that still dance in their hearts