Poem For Keith Dowman

Poem For Keith

Old man

basking in time

like the blues

in a slow cocktail

bar...piano, maybe...

Sometimes a barely

discernable reaction

to a statement...like

the grunt of a rhino

trying to get it's 

audience to flinch.

Yeah, I can see you're not

all there, or should I say,

rather, you is not there,

poetry in un-motion, just

a dance in an improvised

jazz...

a man who learned how to

be kind, a certain kind of man,

with the fortune of the dharma,

a touchstone for anyone wanting

to be human, sorry I can't be silly....

it's probably because I'm listening

to the blues.