Tonight
Betty Carter’s on my mind her lips like skull-
Candy
between my eyes her voice thrusting far
Horizons
even touching stratospheric audibilities
Nevertheless
her song achieves it achieves not
It
achieves it achieves not it achieves it achieves not
Her
voice has a brittle delicate crystal neck veering
Downward
to soil to the earth to the base of sweating
Concrete
and rust-happy steel girders these architectures
Nevertheless
invent sublimities of hope on a shoestring
Foul
play may come our way foul play it’s time we learned
We
got burned by foul play is what she sings O she sings!
Someday
foul play may come our way then maybe
We’ll
learn and so on we know is what she sings tonight
What’s
new? We stop in front of a flower stall what’s new?
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