Fall 1993 • Vol. XV No. 4 Poetry |

Photo of Miles Davis at Lennies-on-the-Turnpike, 1968

New York becomes A slimmer city In the absence of this. I suppose You could also title this picture Of Miles, his leathery Squint, the grace In his fingers a sliver of the stuff You can't get anymore As the rest of us ask: What was the name of the driver Of that truck? And the rest Of us sigh: Death is one hell Of a pickpocket.

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