Poem: Ever Since Charlie Watts Died I’ve Been Tryin’ To Play Along To Art Pepper’s Walkin’ Blues

The image is of my grandfather walking into our kitchen, dancing – a little soft-shoe, a

quick finger-click, he already knew the music – yes, he was In The Mood. That’s how

he arrived that Christmas. My first drumkit. I think about that – now and then, and at the

moment it’s on my mind a whole heap. Sitting there, hunched over my snare, brushes whispering,

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