Facing West

photo credit: comunicom.es

The Jazz station is playing Chet Baker
something recorded near the end of his life
he sounded like chocolate
if chocolate
was ravaged by heroin
and time.

In Europe, Jazz is revered
crowds jam darkened doorways
and tiny tables lit by unscented candles
at clubs like Ronnie Scott’s
or The Vortex
which could also be a metaphor for all of this.

The shoulder cracks under the weight
I stop for a moment to consider the red sky
and why they jump from buildings
Baker, McCorkle….
they wore their scars
softly, I think
like rain.

A.g. Synclair

A.g. is the editor and publisher of The Montucky Review. His work has appeared in a wide variety of online and print publications including, Right Hand Pointing, The Foundling Review, The Plebian Rag, Aftertaste Magazine and The Camel Saloon. He lives in southwestern Montana with his significant other, the artist and poet Heather Brager.

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