Starving
Famished
After days
Pulled from the gutter
Needing a diet of Snyder and Whitman
Jack and Papa
Prophetic visions of Rumi
Washed down with a vengeance
Miles and Thelonious
Topped off with a sprinkling of Coltrane
Swallowed in my over-stuffed chair
Unshoed feet on the well worn ottoman
Rhythm and blues vibrating my soul - piercing
Letters and notes blending as one
Oh how the gods showed favor
Genius exposed like a pulled back shade
I savor the message of word and sound
Until bloated with blissful satisfaction
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