“All That Jazz” – a poem by Alan Abrams
Drizzly droplets
Dripping from balcony rails,
Slipping down window panes
As I listen to Stevie Ray
Play Lenny. Man that
Cat could sweat as he
Plucks magic from
Six thin strings.
October 30th, 2024
Drizzly droplets
Dripping from balcony rails,
Slipping down window panes
As I listen to Stevie Ray
Play Lenny. Man that
Cat could sweat as he
Plucks magic from
Six thin strings.
October 30th, 2024
“Baby Hendrix Howl” by C.J. Trotter
The Sunday Poem is published weekly, and strives to include the poet reading their work....
C.J. Trotter reads her poem at its conclusion
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