Barry was the boot this week....
BRIDGE
(after Sonny Rollins, 1959)
Rollins grows his legend,
sprawls tone across
the Brooklyn Bridge walkway,
into the black,
healing up hero
no longer heroin,
drawing starpower,
giving it back,
making love to lights
and velvet of City night.
God bless this child
he is is own
he is God's child.
In the building where he lives,
a God's child, newborn, sleeps sound
undisturbed by the weeping brass
for Sonny has gone to the Bridge.
Ken Wolman, 12/09/03
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