Poem: Listening To Ornette

Inside, Ornette’s saxophone wants out.

Fighting with Elvin’s drums. Outside, words

appear on the page - as smoke blows

there and there - I must be writing

again. Waiting, passing time, trying

to decide what phase of my life I am

surely approaching. The cage rattles, Ornette

has been let out. Blowing over smoke, across

this page and out over the balcony. I watch…