american jazz
this young girl playing
trumpet in all the supermarket
parking-lots
so loud the sun showers
gleams
of gold
& beautiful blurts of brass
pierce the blue sky
(her long black hair lost in the breeze)
there isn’t more
except her tiny white dog barking
to the cars that honk
they vanish
show-up in madison
sweet baby makes music in all the
parking-lots where
people shop at night across the
dancing summer
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Mike Faran lives in Ventura, Ca. as a retired lobster trap builder. He is the author of We Go To A Fire (Penury Press) and is a Pushcart Prize nominee. His work has been published in Atlanta Review, Rattle, The Haight Ashbury Literary Journal, and Slant.