EUTAW PLACE MEMOIRS
There is a memory, I think I have,
of a blizzard party that was a blast.
A collage of thoughts,
smells and sensations
all made that time a special occasion.
Remember that cramped little space,
our home on Eutaw Place?
There is a memory, I think I have
of a large brick house in a row.
Looking at each sunset,
and seeing the ones I already know.
Remember we could wash, eat and sleep
all within 200 feet.
There’s a memory I think I know,
of when we lived there and you did grow.
If you close your eyes you can see that red wall,
in a kitchen with ceilings ten feet tall.
Remember when you loved Michael J.
You listened to his music all day.
There’s a memory that I have,
of raising two pretty girls,
to believe in their good in the world
to put forth their best to try
to aim oh so high
to reach as they did, the sky.
Remember that cramped little space,
our home on Eutaw Place?
Categories:
eutaw, childhood, home, memory,
Form: Verse
He puts down his regular ax, his saxophone, and
begins to blast away on his shiny new thing -
Soprano...
He closes his eyes, fingers flying and we start
to grove to sweltering sounds that caress our ears.
Give the drummer some! We yell!
Play drummer, play! We stomp!
Whoa, bass man, whoa!
Let us catch up!
We are going crazy grooving to your melodious noises...
Tranquilizing, satisfying!
We unravel to your sound.
You're making us high man!
You're making us high!
Strum bass man, strum!
Your fingers eating away on steel strings...
Drummer, you set our brains afire!
The saxaphone's notes fill the room -
Mad Cap!
I don't know the name of the tune,
But, hell, who cares!
Blow!
Strum!
Beat us until we die of pure pleasure!
Joe Clarke Trio at "No Fish Today"
a club in Baltimore, Maryland...on Eutaw Street
Cynthia
Categories:
eutaw, music,
Form: Free verse
Rainy evening and
the blues jump out at me!
I've heard that song before -
but not drifting through shallow walls
on Eutaw Street where the sidewalks
Have been rolled up at five...
Rainy evening
and some sly musical note says
"Close your umbrella and come on in,
no need to walk alone!"...
"No Fish Today" on the window...
Is this some kind of freaked out restaurant?
The window unveils no tale -
The music wails on and with a coward's gait,
I go in and there's nothing cooking but
four dudes man!
Cooking nothing but some jazz!
They don't even know it's raining,
Nodody's wet but me!
The high notes of the trumpet dry me off and
I'm not alone any more, that funky sounding
jazz steals my blues away!
"No Fish Today!"
Serving nothing but soul food -
Music Al A Carte!
Midnite and the sun is out!
Cynthia
Categories:
eutaw, music, fish,
Form: Free verse