Mr. Africa Poetry Lounge!

Photo of Miles Davis at Lennies-on-the-Turnpike, 1968


New York grows
Slimmer
In his absence.
I suppose


You could also title this picture
Of Miles, his leathery
Squint, the grace
In his fingers a sliver of the stuff


You can't get anymore,
As the rest of us wonder:
What was the name
Of the driver


Of that truck? And the rest
Of us sigh:
Death is one hell
Of a pickpocket.

Written by Cornelius Eady

<----> SEND THIS POEM TO A FRIEND! <---->

Mr. Africa Poetry Lounge