1962
The old Black Hawk booked the
Best jazz musicians of its day
Getz, Mulligan, Diz
To name just a few
I went there but twice
Once with the poet
Jack Micheline
Once with a young
Latin girl
To see Miles Davis
Blow his magic
Forced to sit in the
Teenage section
Because she was only
17
Sipping on a coke
High on the high note
Smoke curling around the
Room in long lingering
Lazy circles
Sweet sax
Smooth slow gin tenor
My hand on warm thigh
Feeling high feeling cool
Be-bop rhythms
Dancing inside my soul
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