LOVE AT THE BOOKER T

THE MIDNIGHT MUSIC MADLY SWIRLING 

STARTS OUT THE BOWELS OF AFRICA, 

DIPS IN HAITI, 

RESTS A FRENZIED MOMENT DEEP IN CUBA, 

EMERGES, TORN AND JANGLED, 

FROM THE SHADOWS OF NEW ORLEANS, 

HIGHER, HIGHER IN THE HEAVENS, 

WHERE IT ROBS FROM BACH, BEETHOVEN, 

COMES DOWN THROUGH MOODY’S HORN, 

FILLS THIS LOVE-WARM ROOM WITH JOY, 

REMINDS US OF OUR TRAGEDY. 

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