The Odd Story of Stephane and Irina ( who never met )

[saw]

Grappelli ducked out
the beat up blue metal door
that dumped into the alley
stepped up into an old Dodge van
bumper sticker read, I DIG JAZZ
with a small red heart
a fan called out, Stephane
What is Jazz, Man ?
his reply just a knowing smile
as if to say there are no words,
and well, analyzing jazz
is like analyzing poetry, should not
be done toooooo stridently
but with lambskin gloves
a critique shouldn't be the same
as dissecting a frog in science lab,
I mean, poetry really matters
a whole lot to the people
that took the time to write it
now take Irina
sentenced to nearly four years
in prison she was given
a pencil and a piece of paper
once a month to write a letter
to her family, all other writing
was strictly forbidden, yet Irina
managed to write two hundred
poems during her sentence,
she engraved them with a burnt
match into a bar of soap
once the words were committed
to memory, she would
wash her hands of them

[dadio]

One of your best. Love it.