Under The Train

A sawdust bar underneath the El,

a bit north, unknown, the blues

guitarist, blind, solo, was so good

we all lost ourselves in his mind

within the time and space, a perfect

quantum portrait of an atom or a

moment….but…..maybe ….both.

You’ve seen it and been there

when the phenomena burned it’s

paint into you, branded, imprinted

forever in the meeting of moment

and perception…you are an artist….

…even if you threw yourself under

a train.