Wind & Other Instruments
for Cynthia Sue Fisher

where Jazz was, she went, she knew
took me, took her tape recorder also

this she'd switch on in her bag
upon the table where
waiter or waitress placed our drinks

taught me how and when to applaud
how to appreciate more deeply
live Jazz combos,
in night clubs about Memphis

where she and I were student artists
at Memphis State University
she in music, I in theatre

in her car, when she was leaving
when we drove away from these night clubs

the night half over, tape in her tape player
in her white comet, would be playing again
music we'd have just heard
stolen

on our way to be together
upon a bed somewhere

bed of one friend of mine or another
or upon one floor or another

or upon her comet's blue upholstery
its back or front seat


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2010
1:51 a.m. 05.01.10