the wind blows
outside
Miles’ trumpet blows
inside
and I am back
in Frank’s
with Alvin and Henry
drinking after hours
the bar’s doors locked
and we regular patrons
on weekend nights
sit sipping our drinks
inside
and it’s there
Miles on the tape deck
Alvin does some scat singing
Henry’s babyface smile
and there at 18
I think I own the world
or at least
this small part of it
in The Village
at 3am
with my friends
scotch on the rocks
poetry in our hearts
and the night
will never end
at least not until
morning
which always comes
much too soon
much too often
then
and now
in a world that’s changed
and hasn’t changed
and Miles’ trumpet
haunts now
more than before
or maybe my ears
listen better
to wind
to trumpet
to the world
changing me
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Leonard Durso 
My ears, too, listen better now. Miles, Coltrane, so many others. Hearing may have diminished, but listening has improved with age.
So right you are.
My son is 17 now and totally into Miles. You make me wonder what will come.
It’s life that comes and gives us a deeper understanding of the art of others. Hopefully his life will be filled with good and rich experiences that will give him a deeper understanding and appreciation of art in all its forms.
Yes. Thanks for bringing this out.
Miles has always been, to me, provoking; whether it be mood, or thought. (or are they one in the same?)
In his case, I’d say they are the same. Certain albums of his have been staples in every collection I’ve had. Along with Louis Armstrong, of course, and Frank Sinatra. They kick you out of the Italian-American club if you don’t have at least a dozen Sinatra albums/CDs.
Not to mention Jimmy Roselli, and Jerry Vale. Ahhhh Sweet memories. Thank you!!
And let’s not forget Al Martino, who is in my collection, and Connie Francis’ album of Italian songs. And my brothers and I could all sing along to Lou Monte’s Pepino the Italian Mouse.
My buddy.. Topo Gigio. LoL The list is endless…
I think maybe we grew up in the same neighborhood.
LoL.. At least in the same ‘world’.