A sawdust bar underneath the El,
a bit north, unknown, the blues
guitarist, blind, solo, was so good
we all lost ourselves in his mind
within the time and space, a perfect
quantum portrait of an atom or a
moment….but…..maybe ….both.
You’ve seen it and been there
when the phenomena burned it’s
paint into you, branded, imprinted
forever in the meeting of moment
and perception…you are an artist….
…even if you threw yourself under
a train.
