Poem by Alice Weiss
(Kind of Blue) Feet up on the coffee table, I loosen my tie. Miles climbs hills, Jimmy Cobb whooshes cymbals, side-a-the road sounds. She comes into the living room. “It’s [...]
(Kind of Blue) Feet up on the coffee table, I loosen my tie. Miles climbs hills, Jimmy Cobb whooshes cymbals, side-a-the road sounds. She comes into the living room. “It’s [...]