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“Four Instrumentals”

December 6, 2018

I attended an open mic last night at “Espresso Joe’s” in Keyport, NJ. Two performers, I believe a husband and wife team, played four instrumentals. The first number was an accordion accompanied by a mandolin. The second number was a fiddle and pump organ. The last two numbers had both players on fiddle.

During their performance I decided to do stream of conscious writing for each piece. Here are the results:


In my head roses bloom and spin daffodils laughing crashing waiting noses fed brown leather shoes scraping and dragging their toes what she’s thinking nobody knows


I can’t find the rhythm trying to get in them wondering why you listen left this town for a new system rail roads clacked and twisted speeding fast and glistening livelihood of wisdom dropped on unsuspecting victims revelatory smiles rising and riding a wave of listening twice born and still kicking umpteenth time of getting it together weather breezing on by in our kitchen licking lips after good chicken forks dropped on plates all finished


Walking the beat billy at my side twirling with keys dangling on a ring very wide no gum to pop but a smile to crack it’s a beautiful day in Chicago no skulls to be smacked badge is catching rays and throwing them back neighborhood is safe bunch of friendly stares walking the beat and turning the corner children eating dripping ice cream cones and running in the summer no crime today  nobody to help just have to keep the beat as the air swelts


Your white dress flows floral trim as you turn hair done up with particular concern a chandelier twinkles and lifts our eyes my hand on your hip while you move your thighs a spin like a top my hand on your lower back you bend and close eyes it all goes black

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