A Kind of Blue Poem [Untitled #3]
by Andrew Taylor
East Coast chill
streets sodden with
the scattered snow
take the ‘A’ train
to 30th Street where
the Coca Cola lies
racked and chilled
at Columbia
Catalogue the extras
and break tubes
on the Presto glow
in low light
wander past the Out
of Town news stand
through the 42nd neon
kingdoms of the world
Back at base to studio
cups of coffee smokes
and Brasso yearn for
something more and weep
