Bill, thanks for the good words and your interest.
This is one that benefitted from the workshop.
Trash Records 1950
A Blues Sonnet
I once worked in a store where music died:
Race Records, dusty and disdained, had died
in burning bins the owner fed outside.
I’d asked about those discs, so strange to me.
My new boss viciously enlightened me:
the records stamped with colors vibrantly
depicting Satchmo’s grin and glistening horn
and red-dressed women dancing to his horn
were Shit from spades that’s even worse than porn!
I quit, but checking bins behind the store
saw all the blues and jazz discs from that store
were melting rainbows in the blaze’s roar.
I salvaged one with Satch’s Black and Blue,
played it at home, respecting black and blue.
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Ralph
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