Father Temple
Is there no room suitable for death,
no window barred from its grip?
In the father temple your chair's
memorial to Jackie Gleason,
Miles Davis and Betty Grable
..."To the moon, Alice" echoes through
a life-long music quest
Images: silk stockings, million dollar babies,
chocolate bars, cigarettes
and millions of requests...
Let the moonlight fall over jazzy, smoky blues
and crazy summer nights
Let the music play on and on;
the scatman - scat, Benjamin Crothers
and his familiar brothers ...
In the father temple; photographs
and Westerns, John Wayne and cowboy hats
the walls seem to whisper, ..."Talk low,
talk slow and don't talk too much"
Deborah Russell, © 2006
|